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Both witness to a triumph won,
If we but read aright;

A triumph won o'er sin and death;
From these the Saviour saves ;
And, like a happy infant, Faith
Can play among the graves.

PUPIL AND TUTOR.

P. WHAT shall I do, lest life in silence pass?

T.

And if it do,

And never prompt the bray of noisy brass,

What need'st thou rue?

Remember aye

the ocean deeps are mute,

The shallows roar.

Worth is the ocean; fame is but the bruit
Along the shore.

P. What shall I do to be forever known?
Thy duty ever.

T.

P. This did full many who yet sleep unknown.

T.

Oh! never, never.

Think'st thou perchance that they remain unknown
Whom thou know'st not?

By angel trumps in heaven their praise is blown,
Divine their lot!

P. What shall I do to have eternal life?

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The simple dues with which the day is rife,
Yea, with thy might.

Ere perfect scheme of action thou devise,
Will life be fled;

While he who ever acts as Conscience cries,
Shall live, though dead.

LIFE'S DISCIPLINE A TRAINING FOR HEAVEN.

ALL speaks of change: the renovated forms
Of long-forgotten things arise again.
The light of suns, the breath of angry storms,
The everlasting motions of the main,-

These are but engines of the Eternal will,
The One Intelligence, whose potent sway

Has ever acted, and is acting still,

Whilst stars, and worlds, and systems all obey;

Without Whose power, the whole of mortal things
Were dull, inert, an unharmonious band,
Silent as are the harp's untunéd strings
Without the touches of the poet's hand.

A sacred spark, created by His breath,

The immortal mind of man His image bears;

A spirit living 'midst the forms of death, Oppressed, but not subdued, by mortal cares;

A germ, preparing in the winter's frost

To rise, and bud, and blossom in the spring; An unfledged eagle by the tempest tossed, Unconsious of his future strength of wing;

The child of trial, to mortality

And all its changeful influences given; On the green earth decreed to move and die, And yet, by such a fate, prepared for heaven! SIR HUMPHRY DAVY.

- 1778-1829.

WISDOM.

AH! when did wisdom covet length of days?
Or seek its bliss in pleasure, wealth, or praise?
No: wisdom views, with an indifferent eye,
All finite joys, all blessings born to die.
The soul on earth is an immortal guest,
Compelled to starve at an unreal feast;
A spark that upward tends by nature's force,
A stream diverted from its parent source;
A drop dissevered from the boundless sea,
A moment parted from eternity!

A pilgrim panting for a rest to come;
An exile anxious for his native home.

ALL THINGS ARE YOURS.

OPE, ope, my Soul! around thee press

A thousand things divine;

All Glory and all Holiness

Are waiting to be thine.

Lie open, Soul! be swift to catch

Each glory ere it flies ;

Life's hours are charged, to those who watch, With heavenly messages.

Lie open; Love and Duty stand,
Thy guardian angels, near;

To lead thee gently by the hand, -
Their words of welcome hear!

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Lie open, Soul! the Great and Wise
About thy portal throng,

The wealth of souls before thee lies,
Their gifts to thee belong.

Lie open, Soul! lo, Jesus waits

To enter thine abode;

Messiah lingers at thy gates, -
Let in the Son of God!

Receive Him, Soul! He with Him brings
The blest ones from above;

The heavenly hosts stretch forth their wings.
To seek and know thy love.

Lie open, Soul! in watchfulness
Each brighter glory win;
The Infinite thy peace shall bless,
And God shall enter in!

O awful joy! O Life divine!
O bliss too great, too full!

Earth, Man, Heaven, Angels, all are thine

And thou art God's, my Soul!

H. NEW.

THE HEART OF UNBELIEF.

NIGHT without star or eve or dawning, gloom
Intense and chill and palpable, lay spread
Where sat the Atheist, lone, within a tomb,
Pale watcher of the dead! -

Each beautiful Belief whose living form

Within the spirit's Pantheon rose enshrined; Each Faith whose radiant wing shed sudden morn Upon the illumined mind;

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