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(W. JERDAN, ESQ.] The Footstep’s Fall! time presses on,
With you, with me, with all;
Ev'n in the footstep's fall.
When innocent, and small
Were seen our footstep's fall. I recollect that riper age,
When, blest in love's sweet thrall, Swiftly, to meet, o'er night's lone path,
Echoed the footstep's fall.
Eager at pleasure's ball,
Merry the footsteps fall.
The world of care and gall-
Heavy the footsteps fall.
Slowly obeys the call;
And feebly footsteps fall.
The coffin and the pall;
Shall sound our footstep's fall!
THEY sin who tell us love can die!
All others are but vanity,
But love is indestructible,
Its holy flame for ever burneth,
For oft on earth a troubled guest,
It soweth here with toil and care,
The babe she lost in infancy,
ODE TO DUTY.
(WORDSWORTH.) Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love ; Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; From strife and from despair; a glorious ministry. There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not : May joy be theirs while life shall last !
[fast! And Thou, if they should totter, teacb them to stand Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. And bless'd are they who in the main This faith, even now, do entertain : Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet find that other strength, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust : Resolved that nothing e'er should press Upon my present happiness, I shoved unwelcome tasks away; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
Through no disturbance of my soul,
[Rev. H. STEBBING.]
I KNEW them when the rosiest light of love was on
their browWhen their hearts were throbbing deep and quick first
conscious of its glow. Beautiful were they in its joy and the brightness of
their truth, And musical as silver harps the voices of their youth.
I walked with them through many years—their gladness
shed a light O’er a path that my own fate or hopes had never made
so bright; And every sun that rose and set, their love more
fervent grew, As if heaven never from hearts its burning beams with
And sweeter seemed the tones of each gentle voice to
sound, As time and converse fond and sweet, their souls more
closely bound; And brighter every day, I thought, their beaming brows
became, With the living thoughts that nurture hope, and love's
I saw them in their happy bome, and by their winter
hearth, The world nor harmed them with its lures, nor tempests
with their wrath;