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“I see, with loose, dishevelled hair,
Covering her snowy bosom, come The angel of my childhood there,
And dew, with tears, my early tomb.
"Then in the autumn's silent eve,
With fluttering wing and gentlest tread, My spirit its calm bed shall leave,
And hover o'er the mourner's head.”
Then he was silent;—faint and slow
His steps retraced. He came no more : The last leaf trembled on the bough,
And his last pang of life was o'er.
The angel of his childhood there.
But, when the evening stars appear,
Close to that grave is wont to tread: But his rude footsteps, echoed round,
Break not the silence of the dead.
THROUGH shades and solitudes profound
The fainting traveller wends his way; Bewildering meteors glare around,
And tempt his wandering feet astray.
Welcome, thrice welcome to his eye
The sudden moon's inspiring light, When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night. Thus mortals blind and weak below
sue the phantom bliss in vain; The world's a wilderness of wo,
And life's a pilgrimage of pain ! Till mild Religion from above
Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of heavenly love,
The bow of promise 'mid the storm. Ambition, pride, revenge, depart,
And folly flies her chastening rod; She makes the humble, contrite heart
A temple of the living God. Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul. At her approach, the grave appears
The gate of paradise restored ;
And drops his double flaming sword.
May we the crown of glory gain; Rise when the hosts of heaven expire,
And reign with God, forever reign.
*HE SHALL FLY AWAY AS A DREAM."
I DREAMED :-I saw a rosy child,
With flaxen ringlets, in a garden playing ;
Now stooping here, and then afar off straying, As flower or butterfly his feet beguiled. 'T was changed: one summer's day I stepped aside,
To let him pass; his face had manhood's seeming,
And that full eye of blue was fondly beaming
I saw a group of youthful forms surrounding,
The room with harmless pleasantry resounding; And, in the midst, I mark'd the smiling sire. The heavens were clouded—and I heard the tone Of a slow-moving bell: the white-haird man had
THE HARP OF JUDAH.
SWEET harp of Judah ! shall thy sound
Thy lay, descending from above,
Kind was its tone-its warning plain ;
Then fell at length his vengeful stroke;
Final and unretrieved her fall :
Though faintly swell thy notes sublime,
Through worlds remote--the old—the new; Through realms nor Rome nor Israel knew; The Christian hears
and by thy tone, Sweet harp of Judah! tunes his own.
"WE WEPT WHEN WE REMEMBERED
OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
DEAR is the hallow'd morn to me,
When village bells awake the day,
Call me from earthly cares away.
Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord !