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Of the voice that had cheered them in council or fight. Mid the fires of the Wigwam or shadows of night,

He told them his prospects, but oh, what were these

To guide his frail bark o’er the transparent seas

Whose ripple waters no storm surge ere swells,

In the far distant land where the “Great Spirit” dwells. 0r fearless and free through the hunting grounds roam, Where death as a visitor shall never more come?

Ah, no ~but the fulness and greenness of grace,

The power of Jesus to save their lost race;

This, this was the theme—for to him had been given

A vision of glory, of God, and of Heaven!

He saw the paved streets which like burnished gold shone, And highly exalted sat Christ on His throne;

While the angels were circling Within their bright home, And shouting triumphantly “ John Paul has come!” The Indian fell back on his skin-covered bed,

And soon he was one of earth’s numberless dead ;

But his spirit had passed to its home in the sky,

To enjoy the full vision of glory on high.

Oh servant of Christ, speed thee on in thy work!

Thy mission of love—and though dangers should lurk In each step of thy pathway—yet onward still move Rejoicing to know that thy God doth approve—

And oh, if e’er weary or faint by the way,

Thy footsteps from duty are tempted to stray, Remember one Micmac looks down from above,

The fruit of thy labour, the fruit of thy love;

The pledge which to thee by thy God hath been given,

That the seed sown on earth shall be garnered in Heaven. )4: .3: x: * >3

Chatham, October, 1856.

These lines were given to me by Senator Ferguson, who thinks they must have

been written by Rev. Mr. Knight, Sn, who retired from the Methodist ministry and lived in Chatham. Dr. Rand had never seen them, but the Senator remembers having repeated most of the little poem to lum on the occasron of a visit from the

Doctor at Tulloch.——(_I. S. C.)