"O man belov'd! thy firmest strength prepare,
To meet the tidings I am doom'd to bear;
A dreadful storm thy wrecking ships did sweep,
And whelm thy riches in the howling deep."

"Receive my thanks, O Fortune! thou hast drove

Me to my studies, and my learned grove,

My books, my toils, which cheer the lengthen'd day,

And for whose loss thy gifts could never pay."

FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH

OF THE REV. MR. HOOKER.

SAD o'er thy damp and lonely bed,

The herbage springs, the long grass sighs, The sculptur'd stone erects its head,

And sorrow lifts her tearful eyes.

But ah! the guise of woe, how vain,
The sculptur'd stone, the mourner's tear,
To him who scap'd this world of pain,
Smiles calmly in a purer sphere.

REFLECTION.

AS I pensively sat at the close of the day, When its cares, and its labours were o'er, To muse on the tracks of my wandering way, Or the path I had yet to explore:

It seem❜d on the lip of the evening, there sigh'd
A warbling and tremulous tone,

As if the soft stream, in its murmuring tide,
Had call'd to the stars as they shone.

"Set not on the things of the earth your delight, Nor give to its pleasures your heart;

Lest you sigh at their wounding, or mourn for their flight,

Or sink as you see them depart,

And then shall your spirit so anxious repose,
And then shall your heart be at peace,

In the grave, where your wearisome journey shall close,

In heaven, where your sorrows shall cease."

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A THOUGHT.

THE youthful hope, the youthful smile,

That gild our journey o'er, Like man, but stay a little while, Then sink to rise no more.

THE EVILS OF HASTE.

THE rash resolve, the headlong course,

The heart too quickly set,

Make bitter work for deep remorse,

And for a long regret.

Then bow to hear this lesson meek,
And let it check thy pride;

Be swift to hear, and slow to speak,
And cautious to decide.

TRUST IN THE ALMIGHTY.

OH, lift thy thought above the gathering gloom,
Above the falling friend, the senseless clod,
Above the knell, the shadow, and the tomb,
And let thy sad glance seek the orphan's God.

He, when the rains descend, and surges roll,

Bounds the rough billows with his mighty span, He breaks the tempest, calms the troubled soul, Stills the wild storm, and heals the heart of

man.

He rules the pride of elemental strife,

He bids the tumults of the nations cease, And from the troubles, and the storms of life, Spreads forth the white wing of the angelpeace.

What though our hopes forsake this barren ground,

What though our branch of earthly trust be riven,

And frail as dew our mortal joys be found,

We still may hope for bliss at last in Heaven.

So pass away the generous mind,
The faultless form, the soul refin'd,
The friend sincere, the parent kind.

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So pass we all the heart must fail,
The dim eye close, the check turn pale,
As sinks to earth this fabric frail.

And thou, whose eye may view this line,
When low in dust my limbs recline,
Though dead, I speak, that fate is thine.

Go, seek his love, whose blood was shed,
In streams on awful Calvary's head,
Go, cleanse thee in that torrent red :

Then happy, whoso'er thou art,
If here thou stay, or hence depart,
For Christ shall bear thee on his heart