BY JAMES H. PERKINS .

By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,
'Tis hard to labor; hard to pray:
And of the week, for prayer and rest
We 've but one Sabbath day.

But purer spirits walk above,
Who worship alway; who are blest
With an upspringing might of love,
That makes all labor rest.

Father! while here, I would arise
In spirit to that realm; and there,
Be every act a sacrifice,
And every thought a prayer.