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Which in eternity's deep bosom lies !
At the great day of recompense behold,
Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold !
Then wafted upward to the blissful seat,
From age to age my grateful song repeat;
My Light, my Life, my God, my Saviour see,
And rival angels in the praise of thee !

Young.

LINES,

WRITTEN ONLY A WEEK PRIOR TO THE DEATH

OF THE AUTHOR

As blooms the violet neath the thorn,

Or lily of the vale ;
So bloom'd my friend in life's gay morn,

As sweetly and as frail.

When sickness came, the filowers decay'd

Beneath the noxious breeze
And in the hallow'd spot was laid,

A faded form like these.

Yet say

not here Antonio lies
Beneath the valley's clod-
The soul that knew o'er earth to rise,

Has gone to meet it's God.

CHRISTMAS CAROL.

The Boares head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rose-mary, And I pray you, masters, be merry

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The Boares head as I vnderstand

Is the brauest dish in all the land,
Being thus bedeck'd with a gay garland;

Let vs servire cantico';: 1

CHORUS.

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about 300-years old: as it is song iu the hall of Queen's College Oxford, at Christmas. (Dibdin.) “ W'hen the first course is served up in the resectory on Christmas day, in the said College, the Marciple brings a Boar's Head from the kitchen, up to tbe high table, accompanied with one of the Taberders, who lays his hand on the charger. The Taberder sings the above song, and when they come to the choros, all the Members that are in the resectory join together and sing it.” (Anthony a Wood.)

Our Steward hath provided this :6, dini
In honour of the King of Bliss, Y'i,
Which on this day to be served is -
In Reginensi atrio ;

CHỞRUS. wo Us
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A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.

Sing Jehovab, man become,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb;
Ev'ry age and sex, adore,
Love supreme and boundless power.,
In triumphant shouts of praise,
All at once your voices raise :
All in harmony conspire,
Full and perfect be the choir.

Sons of Levi, lead the band,
Quickly rouse each slumb'ring iand;
On the silver trumpets swell
Tidings of salvation tell.
Tender youths and virgins fair,
Hallelujahs all prepare ;
With the sofly warbling flute
Join the sweetly sounding lute.

Happy souls advanc'd in grace,
Louder chaunt Jehovah's praise ;
Wake the harp, thro' ev'ry string,
To the high-tun'd cymbal sing.
Hark, the pealing organ's voice!
All with one accord rejoice;
All, in cheerful happy union cry,
Glory be to God on high!

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