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Rich with the spoils their glorious deeds had won,
for the O Holic
To make the Christian's name a praise ;
That fills the remnant of his days !
No change his priestly office knows;
His joys can never reach a close.
Salvation shines upon bis face;
His steps are dignity and grace.
Nor stoops to take applause from earth;
Th' expenses of his heav'nly birth.
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
His kingdom of eternal love!
Methinks from earth I see him rise,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
And not by thunders strew'd
Was thy tempestuous road ;
gorgeous canopy of golden air ;
A single silent star
Came wand'ring from afar,
From all the cherub choirs,
And seraph's burning lyres
T H Т. NE
Nor visible angels mourn'd with drooping plumes :
Nor didst thou mount on high
From fatal Calvary
A few dim hours of day,
The world in darkness lay,
But thou didst haste to meet
Thy mother's coming feet,
In its own radiancy.
(Proverbs, xxvii. 2.)
But think, in one revolving day
KNOX's sonGS OF ISRAEL.
Moments uncounted watching thee,
Of yonder dark, embow'ring tree;
Hov'ring around those opening towers,
Happy as nature's child should be,
Born to enjoy her loveliest bowers.
Till feelings I can scarce define,
With desultory thoughts combine
Or envy thee thy happiness ;
To borrow musings born to bless.
Wert yesterday a sightless worm
Of hopes that own no mortal term;
Of Man's sublimer destiny,
The type of immortality!
E'en I, thy fellow-worm, may know,
Down to its kindred dust shall go; When the anxiety and woe
Of being's embryo state shall seem Like phantoms fitting to and fro
In some confus'd and fev'rish dream. For thee, who flittest gaily now,
With all thy nature asks—supplied, A few brief summer days, and chou
No more amid these haunts shall glide, As hope's fair herald-in thy pride
The sylph-like genius of the scene, But, sunk in dark oblivion's tide,
Shall be as thou hadst never been!