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PREFACE

TO THE SECOND EDITION.

GRATEFUL for the generous patronage which has enabled him to dispose of his first Edition of ONE THOUSAND COPIES, in the brief space of one year; and encouraged by the very courteous manner in which his humble production has been noticed by several Editors of distinguished piety and erudition, the Author is induced to publish a SECOND EDITION, enlarged and improved.

He indulges the hope, that his effusions may continue to receive the favourable notice of the religious community; and, especially, that they may meet the approbation of his DIVINE MASTER; that his ocCIDENTAL SUN MAY SET IN A

PACIFICK WAVE!

Philadelphia, December, 1842.

THE AUTHOR.

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LAST OF HIS FAMILY.

“O! who would inhabit this bleak world, alone!"

VISIONS of early life! how rife with joy!
When Love Maternal clasped her youngest boy!
How float ye o'er awakening Memory's gaze,
And picture scenes, light with prismatick rays!
The light of heaven first struck my infant sight,
Where, round the household, every scene was bright;
Where Love parental round its offspring twined,
And fondly trained for Heaven the nascent mind;
Where Love connubial warmed the parents' breast,
And five loved children those dear parents blest.
That Sire, ordained to guard religion's shrine,
Priest of the Cross, in panoply divine,
Dispensed, each Sabbath, Life's vivifick word,
And plead the cause of his ascended Lord.

So, o'er his dome the holy influence ran,
And taught the wondrous love of God to man.

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THE LAST OF HIS FAMILY.

Thus each young mind was early led to know,
That lasting comforts from Religion flow.

Ye scenes of happiness! too bright to last!— Soon was this day with gloomy clouds o'ercast. Firm health, which erst had cheered that loved domain, Was soon supplanted by disease and pain : Death sought his victims :—with resistless art, His minister, Consumption, aimed the dart!

Oh! hast thou seen the gay, the lovely, flower,
Trampled and withered in a luckless hour?
In Flora's bright parterre, the pride and joy,
Snatched by the ruthless hand of truant boy?
Or, if transplanted to a richer soil,

Its glories fade, in spite of culture's toil?

-See, see, removed to yonder sea-girt Isle,

One lovely FLOWER!-'Fond parents' prayers, the while
In ceaseless strains-with sisters', brothers' sighs-
Poured ardent forth, to—hold her from the skies :—
She walks yon strand-she sails the Atlantick wave
In hope forlorn, to elude the impatient Grave!
While on her cheek, where beauty's vermeil rose
Once proudly blushed, the livid hectick glows;
And the fell flatterer, with insidious art,
Securely twines around the vital part!
Lured by false hope, behold her Father come,

Once more to bear her to her much-loved home.

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