Then keep we on, with hope unchilled, And we fhall own His word fulfilled, - Bernard Barton. RACIOUS Source of every bleffing! Let us each, thy care poffeffing, All our hopes on thee reclining, DEATH. EVENING LIGHT. EHOLD the western evening light! It melts in deepening gloom: So calmly Chriftians fink away, The winds breathe low; the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree: So gently flows the parting breath, How beautiful on all the hills How mildly on the wandering cloud 'Tis like the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their laft. And now above the dews of night So faith springs in the heart of those But soon the morning's happier light And eyelids that are sealed in death Shall wake to close no more. W. B. O. Peabody. 1840. IN VIEW OF DEATH. ΤΗ HE hour, the hour, the parting hour, How sweet, while on this broken lyre To feel it ftrung with chords of fire To praise the Immortal One, my soul! And while our farewell tears we pour Nor dwell in heaven alone, my soul! How sweet, while, waning fast away, The golden dawn above, my soul! The hour, the hour, so pure and calm, Of fears, and grief, and time, my soul! TIME AND ETERNITY. T is not time that flies; IT 'Tis we, 't is we are flying: It is not Life that dies; 'Tis we, 't is we are dying. Time and eternity are one; Time is eternity begun : Life changes, yet without decay; 'Tis we alone who pass away. It is not Truth that flies; 'Tis we, 't is we are dying. O ever-during faith and truth, Whose youth is age, whose age is youth! Ye cannot perish from our sky. It is not Hope that flies; 'Tis we, 't is we are flying: It is not Love that dies; 'Tis we, 't is we are dying. Twin ftreams, that have in heaven your birth, Ye flide in gentle joy through earth. |