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Hope brings me home when I'm abroad; | Hope, as an anchor firm and sure holds fast, Soon as the first step homeward's trod, The Christian vessel, and defies the blast. In Hope, to Thee, my God! my God! Hope! nothing else can nourish and secure I come, I come.
His new-born virtues, and preserve him
pure. Hope! let the wretch, once conscious of the
joy, Hope with uplifted foot set free from earth,
Whom now despairing agonies destroy,
Speak, for he can, and none so well as he, Pants for the place of her ethereal birth,
What treasures centre, what delights in thee. On steady wings sails through th' immense
Had he the gems, the spices, and the land, abyss,
That boasts the treasure, all at his command; Plucks amaranthine joys from bowers of
The fragrant grove, th' inestimable mine, bliss,
Were light, when weigbed against one smile And crowns the soul, while yet a mourner
of thine. here, With wreaths like those triumphant spirits
When life's frail vessel drinks the briny wave,
Anchor'd on thee secure,
The dungeon knows thy voice: nor gates nur bars
The antidote to pain,
For when this frame decays, and death appears,
And on thy wings he soars,
With mortal terrors clouds immortal bliss, CAMPBELL
And shrieks, and hovers o'er the dark abyss ! UNFADING Hope! when life's last embers Daughter of Faith, awake, arise, illume, burn,
The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb. When soul to soul, and dust to dust return! Melt, and dispel, ye spectre doubts, that roll Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Cimmerian darkness on the parting soul ! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes ! immortal | Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of dismay, Power!
Chas'd on his night-steed by the star of day! What though each spark of earth-born rap- | The strife is o'er-the pangs of nature close, ture fly!
And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing I woes. eye!
Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The noon of heav'n undazzled by the blaze. The morning dream of life's eternal day- On heav'nly winds that waft her to the sky, Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin Float the sweet tones of star-born melody: And all the Phænis spirit burns within! Wild as that hallow'd anthem sent to hail Oh! deep enchanting prelude to repose, Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale, The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes! When Jordan hush'd bis waves, and midYet half I bear the parting spirit sigh,
night still It is a dread and awful thing to die ! Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion-hill! Mysterious worlds, untravell’d by the sun, Son of the just! companion of the dead! Where Time's far wand'ring tide has never Where is thy home and whither art thou fled ! run,
Back to thy heav'nly source thy being goes, From your unfathom'd shades, and viewless Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose; spheres,
Doom'd on his airy path a while to burn, A warning comes, unheard by other ears. And doom'd, like thee, to travel, and return. 'Tis heaven's commanding trumpet, long and Hark! from the world's exploding centre loud,
driv'n Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud! With sounds that shook the firmament of While nature hears, with terror-mingled heav'n, trust,
Careers the fiery giant, fast and far, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust; On bick'ring wheels, and adamantine car; And, like the trembling Hebrew, when he From planet whirld to planet more remote, trod
He visits realms, beyond the reach of The roaring waves, and called upon his God, thought,
Bui, wheeling homeward, when his course That sight imparts a never-dying flame, is run
Though feeble in degree, in kind the same. Corbs the red yoke and mingles with the sun! Like him the soul, thus kindled from above, So bath the traveller of earth unfurl'd Spreads wide ber arms of universal love; Her trembling wings, emerging from the And, still enlarged as she receives tbe grace, world;
Includes creation in her close embrace. And o'er the path by mortal never trud, Sprung to her source, the bosom of ber God! Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sub
lime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time,
PRIOR. The joyous yooth began—but not to fade- CHARITY, decent, modest, easy, kind; When all the sister planets have decay'd! Softens the high, and rears the abject mind, When rapt in fire the realms of ether glow, Knows with just reins, and gentle hand to And Heav'n's last thunder shakes the world guide below,
Betwixt vile sbame, and arbitrary pride : Thon, andismay'd shalt o'er the rains smile, Not soon provok’d, she easily forgives; And light thy torch at Nature's funeral pile! And much she suffers, as she much believes :
Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives;
And opens in each heart a little heav'n.
Each other gift which God on man bestows, COWPER.
Its proper bounds, and due restriction knows: True charity, a plant divinely nurs’d, To one fix'd purpose dedicates its pow'r, Fed by the love from which it rose at first, And finishing its act, exists no more. Thrives against bope, and, in the rudest Thus in obedience to wbat heav'n decrees, scene,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall Storms but enliven its unfading green:
cease; Exub'rant is the shadow it supplies,
But lasting Charity's more ample sway, Its fruit on earth, its growth above the skies: Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay, To look at Him, who formed us and re- In happy triumph shall for ever live, deemed,
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise So glorious now, though once so disesteemed; receive. To see a God stretch forth his human band. T' uphold the boundless scenes of his com. As through the artist's intervening glass, mand ;
Our eye perceives the distant planets pass; To recollect, that, in a form like ours, A little we discover, but allow He bruised beneath his feet th' infernal That more remains unseen than art can shew; powers,
So whilst our mind its knowledge would Captivity led captive, rose to claim
improve, The wreath he won so dearly in our name ; (Its feeble eye intent on things above) That, throned above all height, he conde High as we inay, we lift our reason op, scends
By Faith directed, and confirm'd by Hope: To call the few that trust in him his friends; 1 Yet are we able only to survey, That in the Heaven of heavens, that space Dawnings of beams, and promises of day. he deems
Heaven's fuller effluence mocks oor dazzled Too scanty for th' exertion of his beams, sight; And shines, as if impatient to bestow Too great its swiftness, and too strong its Life and a kingdom upon worms below;
But soon the mediate clouds shall be dis. The meanest foe of all the train pellid:
Has thousands, and ten thousands slain. Tbe sun shall soon be face to face beheld
In all his robes, with all his glory on, Thou tread'st npon enchanted ground,
Beware of all, guard every part,
die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy : “ Come then, my soul, now learn to wield, Whilst thou, more happy pow'r, fair Charity, The weight of thine immortal shield;" Triumphant sister, greatest of the three, Put on the armour from above Thy office and thy nature, still the saine, Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. Lasting thy lamp, and unconsom'd thy flame, Shalt still survive
The terror, and the charm repel, Shalt stand before the host of heav'n confest, And powers of earth and powers of hell; For ever blessing, and for ever blest. The Man of Calvary triumphed here ;
Why should his faithful followers fear
THE UNION OF THE THREE
PATIENCE AND RESIGNATION.
FAITH, Hope, and Love, now dwell on
earth, And earth by them is blest; But faith and hope must yield to love,
Of all the graces best.
Hope shall to fall fruition rise,
And faith be sight above :
For saints for ever love.
MANY are the sayings of the wise
AWAKB, my soul! lift up thine eyes,
Here giant Danger threatning stands
Since 'tis thy sentence I should part
I freely that and more resign,
My little all I give to Thee,
See where rebellious passions rage,
Take all, great God, I will not grieve,
BAXTER. But still will wish, that I had still to give : 1
I hear thy voice, Thou bid'st me quit | LORD it belongs not to my care, My paradise, I bless and do submit;
Whether I die or live; I will not murmur at thy word,
To love and serve thee is my share, Nor beg thy angel to sheathe up his sword. And this thy grace must give.
If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;
That shall have the same pay?