They flourish in a higher sphere, Yet would these arms have chain'd thee, Sarah! my last, my youngest love, Though thou art born in heaven above, Nor will affection let me Believe thou canst forget me. Then,-thou in heaven and I on earth, May this one hope delight us, That thou wilt hail my second birth, When death shall re-unite us, Where worlds no more can sever Parent and child for ever. THE WIDOW AND THE FATHERLESS. WELL, thou art gone, and I am left! Though I have seen thy form depart I hold thee in mine inmost heart; Farewell on earth; Heaven claim'd its own; Let dust and ashes learn content. Ha! those small voices silver sweet! THE DAISY IN INDIA. Supposed to be addressed by the Reverend Dr. CAREY, the learned and illustrious Baptist Missionary at Serampore, to the first plant of this kind, which sprang up unexpectedly in his garden, out of some English earth, in which other seeds had been conveyed to him from this country. With great care and nursing, the Doctor has been enabled to perpetuate the Daisy in India, as an annual only, raised by seed preserved from season to season. THRICE Welcome, little English flower! Never to me such beauty spread : Transplanted from thine island-bed, Thrice welcome, little English flower! With unabash'd but modest eyes, Thrice welcome, little English flower, Thrice welcome, little English flower! Thou shalt the blithe memorial be; The fairy sports of infancy, Youth's golden age, and manhood's prime, Home, country, kindred, friends,-with thee, I find in this far clime. 'Thrice welcome, little English flower! Thrice welcome, little English flower! THE DROUGHT. Written in the Summer of 1826. Hosea, ii. 21, 22. WHAT Strange, what fearful thing hath come to pass? The ground is iron, and the heavens are brass; Man on the withering harvests casts his eye, "Give me your fruits in season or I die;" The timely Fruits implore their parent Earth, "Where is thy strength to bring us forth to birth?" The Earth, all prostrate, to the Clouds complains, The Clouds invoke the Heavens," Collect, dispense He speaks; and to the clouds the Heavens dispense, With lightning-speed, their genial influence; The gathering, breaking Clouds pour down their rains, Earth drinks the bliss through all her eager veins; From teeming furrows start the Fruits to birth, And shake their treasures on the lap of Earth; Man sees the harvest grow beneath his eye, Turns, and looks up with rapture to the sky; All that have breath and being now rejoice; All Nature's voices blend in one great voice, 66 Glory to God, who thus himself makes known!" —When shall all tongues confess Him God alone? Lord, as the rain comes down from Heaven;-the rain, Which waters Earth, nor thence returns in vain, And fill Earth's dreariest wilderness with flowers, L |