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THE TRIALS OF VIRTUE.

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Plac's on the verge of youth, my mind

Life's op'ning scene survey'd:
I view'd its ills of various kind,

Afflicted and afraid.
But chief my fear the dangers mov'd,

That virtue's path inclose :
My heart the wise pursuit approv'd ;

But, oh, what toils oppose !
For see! ah see! while yet her ways

With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world, its terrors raise

Its snares delusive spread.
Oh how shall I, with heart prepar'd,

Those terrors learn to meet?
How from the thousand snares to guard

My inexperienc'd feet?
As thus I mov’d, oppressive sleep

Soft o'er my temples drew
Oblivion's veil.- The wat'ry deep,

An object strange and new,
Before me rose : on the wide shore

Observant as I stood,
The gathering storms around me roar,

And heave the boiling flood.
Near and more near the billows rise ;

Ev'n now my steps they lave !
And death to my affrighted eyes

Approach'd in ev'ry wave. What hope, or whither to retreat!

Each nerve at once unstrung,

Back on

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THE TRIALS OF VIRTUE

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Plac's on the verge of yoush, ay sisi

Life's op'ning scene survey'd:
I view'd its ills of various kind,

Afflicted and afraid.
But chief my fear the dangers merl,

That virtue's path inclose :
My heart the wise pursuit appror'd;

But, ob, what toils oppose !

For see! ah see! while ret her way

With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world, its terrors raise

Its snares delusive spread.
Oh how shall I, with heart prepar'l,

Those terrors learn to meet?
How from the thousand shares to qual

My inexperienc'd feet?
As thus I mor'd, oppressive sleep

Soft o'er my temples dret
Oblivion's veil.. The wat'ry deep,

An object strange and new,
Before me rose : on the wide shore

Observant as I stood,
The gathering stortos around me rover,

And heave the boiling flood.
Near and more near the billows rise;

Ev’n now my steps they lave!
And death to my affrighted eyes

Approach'd in ev'ry wave,
What hope, or whither to retreat!

Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet,

And chain'd my speechless tongue.
I felt my heart within me die;

When sudden to mine ear
A voice, descending from on high,

Reprov'd my erring fear:
"What tho' the swelling surge thou see

'Impatient to devour : • Rest, mortal, rest on God's decree,

* And thankful own his pow'r. • Know, when he bade the deep appear,

“ Thus far," the Almighty said, “ Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here

“Let thy proud waves be stay'd. I heard ; and, lo! at once control'd,

The waves ; in wild retreat,
Back on themselves reluctant roli'd,

And murm'ring left my feet.
Deeps to assemble deeps in vain

Once more the signal gave :
The shores the rushing weight sustain,

And check th' usarping wave.
Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wise,

The imag'd truth I read;
And sudden from my waking eyes

Th' instructive vision Aed.
* Then why thus heavy, O my soul !

Say why, distrustful still,
* Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

• O'er scenes of future ill?
Let faith suppress each rising fear,

Each anxious doubt exclude:

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• Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here,

"A Maker wise and good! He too thy ev'ry trial knows

• Its just restraint to give; Attentive to behold thy woes,

* And faithful to relieve. * Then why thus heavy, 0 my

soul! Say why, distrustful still, * Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

O'er scenes of future ill?
• Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round

Still in thy God confide,
Whose finger marks the seas their bound,
* And curbs the headlong tide.'

sted (as our hearts had loved) in duty
Paten and virtue, and we both resign'd
sveistid trast-I all her worth and beauty,

th' untold devotion of my mind;
sal in mute anguish, but we bent

Him whose love is chastisement.
used in Hearen, and I-I could not follow:
Awal 123 crash’d, not broken: and I live

tik ef all ber love; and feel how hollow
so that sick gladnesses the world can give.
* a faith and holy calm, to prove

What me not unworthy of such love,

AXON.

MERRICK,

TO DEATH.

METHIYES it were no pain to die

There's

yon sea

PARTED LOVE.
"Thou wert too like a dream of heaven

For earthly love to merit thee."
We parted, and we knew it was for ever-

We knew it, but we parted : then each thought
And inmost feeling of our souls, which never
Had else been breath'd in words, rush'd forth

and sought
Their sweet home in each other's hearts, and there
They lived and grew 'mid sadness and despair.
It was not with the bonds of common love

Our hearts were knit together; they had been
lent companions in those griefs which move

And purify the soul, and we had seen cach other's strength and truth of mind, and hence We loved with passion's holiest confidence.

Ou sochian ere, when such a sky

O'ercanopies the West;
gaze my fill on yon calm deep,
Avd, like an infant, fall asleep
On earth, my mother's breast.

peace and welcome in
Of endless blue tranquillity:

These clouds are living things:
I trate their veins of liquid gold,
I see them solemnly unfold

Their soft and feecy wings.
These be the angels that convey
Us
weary children of a day,

Life's tedious nothing o'er,-
Where neither passions come, nor woes,
To tex the genius of repose sa

On Deata's majestic shore.

We

parted (as our hearts had loved) in duty
To Heaven and virtue, and we both resign'd
Our cherish'd trust-I all her worth and beauty,

And she th' untold devotion of my mind;
We parted in mute anguish, but we bent
Lowly to Him whose love is chastisement.
She rests in Heaven, and I–I could not follow :

My soul was crush'd, not broken : and I live
To think of all her love; and feel how hollow

Are the sick gladnesses the world can give.
I live in faith and holy calm, to prove
My heart was not unworthy of such love.

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ANON.

TO DEATH.
METHINKS it were no pain to die
On suchan eve, when such a sky

O’ercanopics the West;
To gaze my fill on yon calm deep,
And, like an infant, fall asleep

On earth, my mother's breast.
There's peace and welcome in yon sea
Of endless blue tranquillity:

These clouds are living things :
I trace their reins of liquid gold,
I see them solemnly unfold

Their soft and Reecy wings.
These be the angels that convey
Us weary children of a day,-.

Life's tedious nothing o'er,-
Where neither passions come, nor woes,
To rex the genius of repose ishin

On Death's majestic shore.

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No darkness there divides the sway
With startling dawn and dazzling day;

But gloriously serene
Are the interminable plains;
One fix'd, eternal sunset reigns

O'er the wide, silent scene.
I cannot doff all human fear;
I know thy greeting is severe

To this poor shell of clay ;
Yet come, O Death ! thy freezing kiss
Emancipates ! thy rest is bliss !
I would I were away.

From the German of

Bet not when the death-prayer is said

The life of life departs;
Tex body in the grave is laid,

its beauty in our hearts.
At holy midnight voices sweet

Like fragrance fill the roon,
had happs ghosts with noiseless feet

Cane bright'ning from the tomb.
Te know who sends the visions bright,

From whose dear side they came!
-We reil our eyes before thy light,

We bless our Saviour's name!
This frame of dust, this feeble breath
The plague may soon destroy;
We think on Thee, and feel in death

A deep and awful joy.
Din is the light of vanish'd years

In the glory set to come;
Oidle grief! O foolish tears!
When Jesus calls us home.

GLUCT.

MAGDALENE'S HYMN.

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FROM "THE CITY OF THE PLAGUE."
The air of death breathes through our souls,

The dead all round us lie ;
By day and night the death-bell tolls,

And says, “ Prepare to die."
The face that in the morning sun

We thought so wond'rous fair,
Hath faded, ere his course was run,

Beneath its golden hair.
I see the old man in his grave

With thin locks silv'ry-grey ;
I see the child's bright tresses wave

In the cold breath of the clay.
The loving ones we lov'd the best,

Like music all are gone!
And the wan moonlight bathes in rest

Their monumental stone.

That weep themselves to rest;
We part with life-awake! and there
The jewel in our breast!

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