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THE SAINTED DEAD.
[REV. C. STRONG.] HERE, where the night-breeze moans like a I would hold converse with my kindred dead, And shape them to mine eye, as when they fled To the pure clime where righteous spirits dwell.
Imagination, work thy mightiest spell-
isters! ye too do leave your heaven awhile, For this brief moment surely were ye spared, To teach me how above the angels smile :
Brothers! with whom life's joys and pains were
shared, I mark the import of that warning style, Lips never plainlier spake–Be thou prepared.'
BLESSED ARE THE DEAD.
No perish'd joys bewail ;
Nor drink of streams that fail.
There is no tear-drop in their eye,
Nor change upon their brow ; The placid bosom heaves no sigh,
Though all earth’s idols bow.
Who are so greatly bless'd ?
From whom hath sorrow fled ? Who find such deep unbroken rest,
While all things toil ?—The dead! The holy dead! Why weep ye so
Above their sable bier? Thrice blessed! they have done with woe ;
The living claim the tear.
We dream, but they awake;
Dark visions mar our rest;
And yet we mourn the bless'd:
Lost are the tears we shed-
Whom thus we call the dead.
SLEEPING IN JESUS.
[THE AMETHYST, 1838.] SLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wake to weep; A calm and undisturb'd repose, Unbroken by the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus! Oh! how sweet
(MISS HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.] WHEN all yon planets in their ample spheres
Have wing'd their course, and roll’d their
destined years ; When the vast sun shall veil his golden light Deep in the gloom of everlasting night;
When wild, destructive flames shall wrap the skies,
[ANONYMOUS.) IFE shall spring out of death.” Oh, with that
sound, Spirit of peace! thou spread’st thy radiant wing, Earth's broken garlands, scatter'd o'er the ground,
Bloom forth afresh, as in the dawn of spring. O sons of earth! ye who so oft would twine Her fading blossoms with your hopes divine, Cast, cast those wreaths aside ; one hope alone Will bloom when all is faded, lost, and gone To cheer thee in life's latest parting breath, And whisper peace. “ Life shall spring out of death!” IMMORTALITY.
AND with our frames do perish all our loves?
Do those that take their root, and put forth buds
O listen, man!
Man, thou shalt never die !” Celestial voices