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Praise trembled still on each expiring breath, , The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair And holy triumph beamed from every eye. Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there!
Oh ! what a noble heart was here ondone, Then gentle hands their “dust to dust” con- When Science' self destroyed her favourite sign;
son ! With quiet tears, the simple rites are said ;
Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, And here they sleep, till at the trump divine,
She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped The earth and ocean render up their dead.
the fruit. 'Twas thine own Genius gave the fatal blow,
And helped to plant the wound that laid thee ON THE DEATH OF HIS ELDEST low: SON.
So the struck Eagle stretched apon the plain, CANNING.
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, Though short thy span, God's unimpeach'd
And winged the shaft that quivered in his decrees,
heart: Which made that shorten'd span one long
Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel disease ;
He nursed the pinion which impelled the Yet, merciful in chastening, gave thee scope
steel, For mild redeeming virtues, faith and hope, Meek resignation, pious charity;
While the same plumage that had warmed
his nest, And, since this world was not the world for
Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast. thee, Far from thy path removed, with partial
care, Strife, glory, gain, and Pleasure's flowery
AN ELEGY. snare,
C. A. ELTON. Bade earth's temptations pass thee harmless
A SHADOW on my spirit fell, by,
When my hush'd footstep from thee pass'd; And fix'd on Heaven thy unreverted eye! |
And sad to me thy mild farewell, Oh! mark'd from birth, and nurtur'd for
To me, who found it was thy last; the skies!
And when I saw thee next, a veil In youth, with more than learning's wisdom,
Was drawn upon thy features pale. wise! As sainted martyrs, patient to endure !
They strewed thee, in thy narrow bed, Simple, as unwean'd infancy, and pure! With roses from thy own loved bowers: Pure from all stain (save that of human clay, In melting anguish memory fed Which Christ's atoning blood bath wash'd Back to thy valued rural hours; away 1)
And saw thee gentle gliding round, By mortal sufferings now no more oppress’d, Where all to thee was Eden ground. Mount, sinless spirit, to thy destin'd rest! While I-reversed our nature's kindlier The God, whose presence met thee there, doom,
Was with thee in thy slow decays; Pour forth a Father's sorrows on thy tomb? He answered to thy dying prayer,
Whose life had been a hymn of praise :
With comfort of his staff and rod.
I lay thee where the loved are laid: ONHAPPY WHITE! while life was in its Rest—till their change and thine shall spring,
come; And thy yonng Muse just waved her joyous Still voices whisper through the shade; wing,
A light is glimmering round the tomb;
Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish
So soon our transient comforts fly,
c. WESLEY death,
BENEATH, a sleeping infant lies, And watch in dumb despair the short'ning
To earth whose body lent; breath:
More glorious sball hereafter rise, If chance should bring him to this humble
Though not more innocent. line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were
When the Archangel's trump shall blow, mine.
And souls to bodies join, Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast,
What crowds will wish their lives below, Whose virtue warm'd ine, and whose beauty
Had been as short as thine.
praise : And not to earth resign'd her, but to God! Sin was the whole that she could call her own,
Her goodness all deriv'd from Him alone ;
owed, AN EPITAPH ON FOUR INFANTS.
| Her conqu'ring faith and patience He beROBINSON.
stow'd: Bold Infidelity, turn pale, and die!
Reader! mayst thou obtain like precious Beneath this stone four infants' ashes lie:
faith, Say, are they lost or saved ?
To smile in anguish, and rejoice in deatla ! If death's by sin, they sinn'd because they're
here; If heaven's by works, in heaven they can't
ANON. appear :
A SOUL prepar'd needs no delays, Reason, ah! how depraved !
The summons come, the saint obeys: Revere the BIBLE's sacred page: the knot's Swift was his flight, and short the road, untied :
He clos'd his eyes and saw his God. They died, for Adam sinn'd; they li The flesh rests here till Jesus come: for Jesus died.
To clairn his treasure from the tomb.
TIME AND ETERNITY.
I ask'd him, What is time? “Time," be
“I've lost it, Ah the treasure !” and he died ! Time in advance, behind him hides his wings,
I ask'd the golden sun and silver spheres, And seems to creep, decrepit with his age; Those bright chronometers of days and years Behold him when pass'd by; what then is They answer'd, “Time is but a meteor's seen
Which beautify, or desolate the ground;
“ 'Tis folly's blank, and wisdom's highest WHAT IS TIME?
I ask'd a spirit lost, bat, О the shriek I ask'd an aged man, a man of cares, That pierced my soul! I shudder while I Wrinkled, and curv'd, and white with hoary
speak! hairs ;
It cried, “ A particle ! a speck! a mite “ Time is the warp of life," he said, “O tell Of endless years, duration infinite! The young, the fair, the gay, to weave it well !"
Of things inanimate, my dial I
Consulted, and it made me this reply, I ask'd the ancient venerable dead,
“ Time is the season fair of living well, Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled; The path to Glory, or the path to Hell.” From the cold grave a hollow murmur flow'd,
I ask'd my Bible, and methinks it said, “ Time sow'd the seeds we reap in this “ Thine is the present hour, the past is fled; abode !”
Live! live to-day! to-morrow never yet,
Ou any human being, rose or set !" I ask'd a dying sinner, ere the stroke Of ruthless death life's “golden bowl had I ask'd old father Time himself at last; broke;"
But in a moment he flew swiftly past;
His chariot was a cloud, the viewless wind To blot old books, and alter their contents, His noiseless steeds, that left no trace behind. To plock the quills from ancient ravens'
wings, I ask'd the mighty Angel, who shall stand To dry the old oak's sap, and cherish springs, One foot on sea, and one on solid land; 1 To spoil antiquities of hammer'd steel, " By heav'ns, great King, I swear the mys! And turn the giddy round of fortune's tery's o'er !
wheel. Time was," he cried, but Time shall be
RUINS OF PALMYRA.
IMPORTANCE OF TIME.
SAD city of the silent place!
Queen of the dreary wilderness,
Save the wild desert-dweller's roar,
Upon their night-course flitting by! Had been an emperor without his crown ; Or Roma ? say ratber, lord of human race: The eternal ruins frowning stand, He spoke, as if deputed by mankind. Like giant-spectres of the land; So should all spenk : 80 reason speaks in all: Or o'er the dead like mourners hang, Prom the soft whispers of that God in man, Bent down by speechless sorrow's pang; Why fly to folly, why to frenzy fly, What time, and space, and loneliness, For rescae from the blessing we possess! All, o'er the sadden'd spirit press, Time the supreme ;-Time is eternity; Around in leaden slumbers lie Pregnant with all eternity can give ;
The dread wastes of infinity, Pregnant with all, that makes archangels | Where not a gentle hill doth swell, smile.
Where not a hermit shrub doth dwell: Who murdery Time, he crushes in the birth | And where the song of wandering flood A power ethereal, only not adored. Ne'er voiced the fearful solitude.
How sweetly sad our pensive tears
Its grey head through the mists of years !
And where are now the dreams of Fame,
The promise of a deathless name?
Alas! the deep delusion's gone ?
To ruinate proud buildings with his hours, Like youth's embrace around
O'er Beauty's dark and desert bed
Ages of dreamless sleep have fled, To all with worm-boles stately monuments And in the domes where once she smiled, To feed oblivion with decay of things, | The whispering weeds are waving wild;