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If I had thought thou couldst have died,

I might not weep for thee ;
But I forgot, when by thy side,

That thou couldst mortal be:
It never through my mind had past,

The time would e'er be o'er,
And I on thee should look my last,

And thou shouldst smile no more!
And still upon that face I look,

And think 'twill smile again;
And still the thought I will not brook,

That I must look in vain !
But when I speak—thou dost not say,

What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
And now I feel, as well I may,

Sweet Mary! thou art dead !
If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,

All cold and all serene-
I still might press thy silent heart,

And where thy smiles have been!
Wbile e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have,

Thou seemest still mine own;
But there I lay thee in thy grave

And I am now alone!
I do not think, where'er thou art,

Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart,

In thinking too of thee :
Yet there was round thee such a dawn

Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,

And never can restore !

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WOLFE.

THE SACRED LYRE

SIC VITA.

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To rise again, death's slumber done, Glorious like thee, sweet setting sun!

ΑΝΟΣ,

A MOTHER ON THE DEATH OF A PROMISING

CHILD.

Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are ;
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like a wind that cbafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood ;
Ev'n such is man, whose borrow'd light
Is straight call'd in, and paid to-night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up, the star is shot;
The flight is past—and man forgot.

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KINO.

FLUI not thus, tho' the child thou hast lov'd,

will still as the grave in silence sleeps on;
Let the tears that are shed, his eye is unmor'd,

that bosom forever is gone :
Fep not thus, for the moment is blest
Fontbe wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest.

warld to him, with its sorrow and sighs,
Has tied like a dream when the morn appears ;
Ale the spirit awakes in the light of the skies,
la score to revisit this valley of tears :

keep not thus, for the moment is blest
la the Wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest.
**; few were his years, but had they been more,
the sunshine which smil'd might have vanish'd

THE SETTING SUN.

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ad be might have fallin on some far friendless

shore,

That setting sun—that setting sun ! What scenes, since first its race begun, Of varied hue, its eye hath seen, Which are, as they had never been. That setting sun! full many a gaze Hath dwelt upon its fading rays, With sweet, according thought sublime, In every age, and every elime ! 'Tis sweet to mark thee, sinking slow The ocean's fabled caves below, And when th' obscuring night is done, To see thee rise, sweet setting sun. So when my pulses cease to play, Serenely close my evening ray,

On been wreck'd amidst storms in some desolate

bay:

weep not thus, for the moment is blest waar the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest. la rosebud of promise, when fresh in the morn, Kas the child of thy heart while he lingered

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aww from thy love--from thine arms he is

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SIC VITA

To rise again, death's slumber done,
Glorious like thee, sweet setting sun!

ANON.

TO A MOTHER ON THE DEATH OF A PROMISING

CHILD.

Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are ;
Or like the fresh spring's gandy is
Or silver drops of morning des;
Or like a wind that chales the land
Or bubbles which on water started
Ev'n such is man, whose barturl is
Is straight call'd in, and paid t-zits
The wind blows out, the bubble tis:
The spring entomb'd in autunun is
The dew dries up, the star is skat;
The flight is past and man farts

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That setting sunthat setting o.
What scenes, since first its pure heat
Of varied bue, its ere hath seti,
Which are, as they had never bereits
That setting sun! full many again
Hath dwelt upon its fading rara,
With sweet, according thought sollt
In every age, and every clime!
'Tis sweet to mark thee, sinking som
The ocean's fabled cares belopp,
And when th' obscuring night is die

To see thee rise, sweet setting sun.
So when my pulses cease to plas,
Serenely close my evening ray,

O WEEP not thus, tho' the child thou hast lov’d,

Still, still as the grave in silence sleeps on; Midst the tears that are shed, his eye is unmov'd,

And the beat of that bosom forever is gone : Then weep not thus, for the moment is blest When the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest. The world to him, with its sorrow and sighs,

Has fled like a dream when the morn appears ;
While the spirit awakes in the light of the skies,

No more to revisit this valley of tears :
Then weep not thus, for the moment is blest
When the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest.
Few, few were his years, but had they been more,
The sunshine which smil'd might have vanish'd

away;
And he might have fall’n on some far friendless

shore,
Or been wreck'd amidst storms in some desolate

bay:
Then weep not thus, for the moment is blest
When the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest.
Like a rosebud of promise, when fresh in the morn,

Was the child of thy heart while he lingered
But now from thy love from thine arms he is

torn,
Yet, to bloomi n a lovelier, happier sphere.

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here;

Then weep not thus, for the moment is blest When the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest. How happy the pilgrim whose journey is o'er, Who, musing, looks back on its dangers and

woes; Then rejoice at his rest, for sorrow no more

Can start on his dreams, or disturb his repose. Then weep not thus, for the moment is blest When the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest. Who would not recline on the breast of a friend, When the night-cloud has lower'd o'er a soľ

rowful day? Who would not rejoice at his journey's end,

When perils and toils encompass'd his way? Then weep not thus, for the moment is blest When the wand'rer sleeps on his couch of rest.

i cor trembling hands prepare to lay,

Shall rise to life unfading!
Then

i weep no more for him, that's gone
Where sin and suff'ring ne'er shall enter;
Bat on that great High Priest alone,
Who can for guilt like ours atone,

Tour own affections centre !
For thus, while round your lowly bier
Surviving friends are sadly bending,
Your souls, like bis, to Jesus dear,
Stall wing their flight to yonder sphere,

Faith lightest pinions lending.
And thus, when to the silent tomb

Four lifeless dust like his is giv’n,
Like faith shall whisper, 'midst the gloom,
That yet again, in youthful bloom,

That dust shall smile in heaven!

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BLESSED BE THY NAME FOR EVER

DEATH OF A BELIEVER.
THINK that, wbile you're weeping here,

His hand a golden harp is stringing;
And, with a voice serene and clear,
His ransom'd soul, without a tear,

His Saviour's praise is singing! And think that all his pains are fled,

His toils and sorrows clos'd for ever; While He, whose blood for man was shed, Has placed upon his Servant's head

A crown that fadeth never !
And think that, (in that awful day,

When darkness sun and moon is shading, The form that, 'midst its kindred clay,

Blaxed be thy name for ever, Thou, of life the guard and giver ; Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping; Heal the heart long broke with weeping. God of stillness and of motion, Of the desert and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock, and river, Blessed be thy name for ever. Thou, who slumberest not, nor sleepest, Blest are they thou kindly keepest ; God of evening's parting ray, Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day

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Your trembling hands prepare to lay,

Shall rise to life unfading!
Then weep no more for him, that's gone

Where sin and suff'ring ne'er shall enter;
But on that great High Priest alone,
Who can for guilt like ours atone,

Your own affections centre !
For thus, while round your lowly bier

Surviving friends are sadly bending,
Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,
Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,

Faith lightest pinions lending.
And thus, when to the silent tomb

Your lifeless dust like his is giv'n,
Like faith shall whisper, ’midst the gloom,
That yet again, in youthful bloom,

That dust shall smile in heaven !

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BLESSED BE THY NAME FOR EVER.
BLESSED be thy name for ever,
Thou, of life the guard and giver ;
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping ;
Heal the heart long broke with weeping.
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the desert and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, and river,
Blessed be thy name for ever.
Thou, who slumberest not, nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest ;
God of evening's parting ray,
Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day

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