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How short his day!-the glorious prize,
The loveliest star of evening's train
And leaves the world in night;
Thus sprang his soul to light.
Who shall forbid the eye to weep,
For ever bow'd his honor'd head,
Revolving his mysterious lot,
Who sent him, like the radiant bow,
O Church! to whom that youth was dear, The angel of thy mercies here,
Behold the path he trod,
SHALL man, to sordid views confined,
And waste his energy of mind
In search of gold?
Rise, rise, my soul, and spurn such low desires,
Nor quench in grovelling dust heaven's noblest fires.
For what are all thy anxious cares,
For what, when roars the wind, thy fears
When bursting clouds and furious waves contend, Thy bark rich freighted all engulf'd descend?
Fraught with disease to-morrow comes,
From treasured heaps and splendid domes
The dream is o'er: then kiss the chastening rod,
Seek thou, my soul, a nobler wealth,
Content and peace, the mind's best health,
And deeds benevolent, and prayer, and praise,
SONNET ON THE SABBATH MORN.
WITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn,
That scarcely wakes when all the fields are still; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne, A graver murmur gurgles from the rill, And echo answers softer from the hill;
And softer sings the linnet on the thorn; The sky-lark warbles in a tone less shrill
Hail, light serene! hail, sacred Sabbath morn! The rooks sail silent by in airy droves;
The sky a placid yellow lustre throws;
Have hush'd their downy wings in soft repose; The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move
So soft the morning when the Savior rose !
THE LILY, AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE.
How wither'd, faded, seems the form
The careless eye can find no grace,
Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales,
Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast.
Yes! hide beneath the mouldering heap
The undelighting, slighted thing;
In silence let it wait the spring.
In gloom upon the barren earth;
Uninjured lies the future birth.
And Ignorance, with sceptic eye,
Hope's patient smile shall wondering view, Or mark her fond credulity,
As her soft tears the spot bedew.
Sweet smile of Hope! delicious tear!
And nature bid her blossom bloom,
And thou, O virgin queen of spring,
Shalt, from thy dark and lowly bed, Bursting thy green sheath's silken string, Unveil thy charms, thy perfume shed:
Unfold thy robes of purest white, Unsullied, from their darksome grave; And thy soft petals, silvery light,
In the mild breeze unfetter'd wave.
So faith shall seek the lowly dust
And watch with patient, cheerful eye;
And bear the long, cold, wintry night,
And bear her own degraded doom; And wait till heaven's reviving light, Eternal spring! shall burst the gloom.
THE FLYING FISH,
AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN VIRTUE.
WHEN I have seen thy snowy wing