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How sweet to the soul are the breathings of peace, When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow to cease, When the welcome of Mercy falls soft on the ear, "Come hither, ye laden-ye weary, draw near!"
There's a rest for the soul that on Jesus relies; There's a home for the homeless, prepared in the skies;
There's a joy in believing, a hope, and a stay, That the world cannot give, nor the world takeaway.
O had I the wings of a dove, I would fly,
Shall be changed to the anthem and chorus of heaven.
ON READING HENRY KIRKE WHITE'S
POEM ON SOLITUDE.
BUT art thou thus indeed " alone,"
Quite unbefriended, and unknown ?
And hast thou then his name forgot
Is not his voice in evening's gale ?
Each fluttering hope, each anxious fear,
TO MY MOTHER.
AND canst thou, Mother, for a moment, think, That we, thy children, when old age shall shed Its blanching honours on thy weary head,
Could from our best of duties ever shrink?
Sooner the sun from his high sphere should sink, Than we, ungrateful, leave thee in that day
To pine in solitude thy life
Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink.
Banish the thought! where'er our steps may roam,
SWEET Sabbath of the year!
Thy parting steps methinks I hear
Amid thy silent bowers,
'Tis sad, but sweet, to dwell:
Where falling leaves and drooping flowers
Around me breathe farewell.
Along thy sunset skies,
Their glories melt in shade;
And like the things we fondly prize,
Seem lovelier as they fade.
A deep and crimson streak
Thy dying leaves disclose;
As, on Consumption's waning cheek, 'Mid ruin blooms the rose.
Thy scene each vision brings
Of fair and early faded things,
Of joys that come no more;
Of flowers whose bloom is fled;
Of all that now may seem,
ON THE DEATH OF H. K. WHITE.
Rev. J. Plumptre.
SUCH talents and such piety combined,
Bespoke him fair to tread the way to fame,
With him we'll strive to win the Saviour's love,
Rev. George Gardan.
Go thou when evening falleth,
When lingering sun doth fade,—
Thy soul to Him unbosom,
Who heaven and earth hath made.
Go thou when fair pale moonlight
To Him who died to save thee,
To Jesus, bow thy knee.