on the wings of the cherubim to the throne of glory, Poetry has ever been a principal. medium for communicating instruction to the mind, and captivating the affections of the heart. The truth of this remark is well illustrated by the use which all know has been made of it by the poets of the ancients, to instruct in the various arts and sciences, as well as to incite to deeds of heroism, and to lives of virtue." The representation of this doctrine by the Poets will be useful, and we believe welcome, to our readers. In following this subject among the poets, we arrange their ideas under three heads-as argumentative-as containing incidental allusions to this subject—and as consolatory. SECTION I. ARGUMENTATIVE POETRY. I. In the first piece we introduce, the reader will find a number of forcible arguments, beautifully connected, and happily expressed. They are so much the more striking to us, because they are placed in such fair contrast with the opposing error. RECOGNITION IN HEAVEN. Some tell us all earthly love must die, 'Midst the happy and joyous band. And can it be so? On that blissful shore Shall we meet the loved we have lost no more? They tell us, that those unseen on earth Shall be dear as an only child; And the mother beloved, who gave us birth, And can it be so in that land of love? They tell us the pastor, who taught us the way Tho' the body's redeem'd from the dust. And can it be so, in that world of bliss? They tell us the martyr who fell on the shore, And will it be so, in that golden street Where Williams, and all he held dear, shall meet? Then where is the pastor's “crown of joy," II. HEAVENLY RECOGNITION. Oft weeping memory sits alone, Beside some grave at even: And calls upon some spirit flown, Amid these lone sepulchral shades, Is not some lingering spirit near, To tell if those divided here, Unite and know-in heaven? Shall friends, who o'er the waste of life, The fortunes and the tears of this, And love again-in heaven? When hearts, which have on earth been one, By ruthless death are riven, Why does the one which death has reft, Drag off in grief the one that's left, If not to meet-in heaven? The warmest love on earth is still Imperfect when 'tis given; But there's a purer clime above, If love on earth is but "in part," Oh, happy world! Oh, glorious place! Shall find their loved and lost below, And hearts, like meeting streams, shall flow III. The middle verse of the preceding poem embodies the idea, that sometimes grief for the dead has the effect of drawing the bereaved one after the one that has departed. That poem was written before the author had contemplated a volume on this subject; and also before he had seen the remarkable incident upon which the following beautiful and affecting verses are founded. This instance, as well as others which might be produced, shows that the idea above referred to is no fancy. It certainly shows a strength of affection which it is hard to consider mortal. It is, indeed, only a verification of the scripture declaration: "Love is strong as death." Songs viii. 6. AN INDIAN MOTHER'S LOVE. OS-HE-OUH-MAI, the wife of Little Wolf, one of the Iowa Indians, died, while at Paris, of an affection of the lungs, brought on by grief for the death of her young child in London. Her husband was unremitting in his endeavours to console and restore her to the love of life; but she constantly replied "No! no! my four children recall me. I see them by the side of the Great Spirit. They stretch out their arms to me, and are astonished that I do not join them." No! no! I must depart From earth's pleasant scenes, for they but wake Why do ye bid me stay? Should the rose linger when the young buds die, Doth not the parent dove, When her young nurslings leave their lowly home, Why, then, should I remain? Have I not seen my sweet-voiced warblers soar They cannot come to me; But I may go to them: and, as the flower That sets my spirit free. |