Oh! change-Oh! wondrous change Burst are the prison bars This moment, there, so low, Beyond the stars! Oh! change stupendous change! There lies the soulless clod; The Sun eternal breaks - Wakes with his God! LIFE AND DEATH. Он, fear not thou to die! Far rather fear to live, for life Hath thousand snares thy faith to try, Brief is the work of death, The cup of woe may be. Oh, fear not thou to die! No more, to suffer or to sin; No snares without thy faith to try, But fear, oh rather fear, The gay, the light, the changeful scene, The flattering smiles that greet thee here, From Heaven thy heart to wean. Fear lest, in evil hour, Thy pure and holy hope o'ercome, Which over earth and Heaven The covering throws of fell despair, Oh, fear not thou to die! To die, and be that blesséd one Who in the bright and beauteous sky May feel that never more The tear of grief, of shame, shall come For thousand wanderings from the power Who loved and called him home. THE INFANT'S REMOVAL. God took thee in his mercy, And thou art sanctified! I look around and see The evil ways of men ; And, O beloved child! I'm more than reconciled To thy departure then. Now, like a dewdrop shrined Thou'rt safe in heaven, my dove, Safe with the Source of love, The Everlasting One. John Wilson. 1789. MAGDALENE'S HYMN. FROM "THE CITY OF THE PLAGUE." THE air of death breathes through our souls, By day and night the death-bell tolls, The face that in the morning sun I see the old man in his grave, I see the child's bright tresses wave The loving ones we loved the best, And the wan moonlight bathes in rest But not when the death-prayer is said And holy midnight voices sweet We know who sends the visions bright, This frame of dust, this feeble breath Dim is the light of vanished years |