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PAST

HOURS.

127

There's a crown for the Christian-a crown of life,
Gained in the issues of bloodless strife;
'Tis a halo of hope, of joy, and of love,
Brightened by sunbeams from fountains above.
They've gathered its hues from sources afar,
From Seraphim's eyes, and Bethlehem's Star;
And the flow of its light will ever increase,
For a Christian's brow is a brow of peace.

SARAH C. EDGARTON.

GO! DREAM OF BY-PAST HOURS.

Go! dream of by-past hours :

In retrospect, once more
Pluck fancy's gayest flowers,

And revel in thy store.
Go, seek thy native cot,

Scene of affection free,
Where pleasure cheered thy lot,

Where love was all to thee.
Do this, but never tell

The heartless world thy dream;
Its scorn would hope dispel,

Would crush the fairy theme :
Do this, but in thy breast

Let each fond wish expire;
For sorrows unreprest
Are his who loves the lyre.

WM. B. TAPPAN.

128

CLOSE

OF

LIFE.

CLOSE OF LIFE.

-So life glides smoothly and by stealth away,
More golden than that age of fabled gold
Renowned in ancient song; not vexed with care
Or stained with guilt, beneficent, approved
Of God and man, and peaceful in its end.
So glide my life away! and so at last,
My share of duties faithfully fulfilled,
May some disease, not tardy to perform
Its destined office, yet with single stroke,
Dismiss me, weary, to a safe retreat
Beneath the turf that I have often trod.

COWPER.

geleeeeeez

END.
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