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Yet have I pined as a bereared child
For kindred bonds,-and felt my heart expand
'Twas thus we met, and strong our friendship grew :
My heart was changed, we laboured side by side,His very tone was like refreshing dew
That sheds its mild and genial influence wide. And his meek, joyful spirit, round him threw
Gladness like sunshine; yet at times a tide Came o'er his heart, of troubling meniory, And his strong soul was bowed recalling thee.
• For thou wast unto him as light and life,
And, next to God, within his soul enshrined ;Yet thinking on thy strength, his eye grew bright,
And his heart blessing thee, again resigned.-
And sent him forth, thy last one! nor repined.
Thy soul's desire was answered, when he stood,
Amid the swarthy people, 'neath a tree, In some green opening of the ancient wood;
When his strong spirit's fervent energy, That foreign tongue with awful power imbued,
Softening each heart, and bending every knee: God worked by him, the humble, pure, and mild, Mighty in zeal, yet gentle as a child.
• Man's savage heart was changed where'er he went,
And the bleak desert blossomed as a field; For, on their welfare evermore intent,
He taught them how the affluent soil would yield Abundant harvests; late and early bent
In wearying toil, and with them sowed and tilled, Ay, even when Death hadstricken him,-when each day, Drooping and weak, I saw him waste away.
I watched by him; and when dark human fear
I gave him back: God sent me there to cheer With watchful tenderness his dying sight!
And with a fervent faith, and truth sincere, Our hearts were bound; and each unto the other In those last days was dearer than a brother.
• But when his earthly course was well nigh run,
The holy fervour of his soul shone out Brighter than even it before had done;
And then he knew no shrinking fear, nor doubt. He saw the fight was o'er, the victory won,
And heard, in faith, the far triumphant shout! Whilst the poor dwellers of the desert sate Around him, weeping and disconsolate.
XVI. • Hundreds came down to gaze upon bis face,
To hear once more the gracious words that fell Like pleasant waters in a barren place,
Soo:bing that sorrow nought else could dispel.
Then o'er his solemn features beamed his grace,
Such as on human brow doth rarely dwell, And from his lips fell many an awful word, Which ne'er shall leave the hearts of those who heard.
• Mothers brought down their children, from his hand
To have a blessing; old men by his side Knelt in their silent grief; and many a band
Of mourners sought their streaming tears to hide
Sate pale and mute, by sorrow stupified :
• They saw the strength in which his soul was strong,
They felt the answer to his dying prayer;
Of heaven and immortality declare :
Meekly they sought to follow ;-from despair
He died-yet ere he died, he bade me take
The Holy Book, a token of his rest,
Who, with the righteous dead, is surely blest.
From darkling dreams, that have thy soul oppressed; Awake: put on thy glorious robes, and raise Unto thy God, and his, a song of praise !
A PSALM OF PRAISE.
[BAXTER.) Ye holy angels bright,
Which stand before God's throne, And dwell in glorious light, Praise
the Lord each one. You there so nigh
Are much more meet
Than we the feet,
For things so high.
That see your Saviour's face,
God's praises sound,
As in his sight,
With sweet delight
You do abound.
Extol the world's great King;
For he still reigns,
And will bring low,
The proudest foe,
That him disdains.
Ye saints that on him call :
In him rejoice;
And there proclaim
His holy name,
My soul bear thou thy part:
Triumph in God above;
Whose precious blood
Shed for thy good,
He did in love begin,
Renewing thee by grace, Forgiving all thy sin, Shew'd thee his pleasing face.
He did thee heal,
By his Son's merit,
And by his Spirit,
For glory seal.
In sickness, fears, and pain,
He heard with speed;
And still I found
Let not his praises grow
On prosperous heights alone; But in the vales below, Let his great love be known.
Let no distress,
Curb and controul
My winged soul,