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XXX.

THE DEPARTED.

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UR hearts are fastened to the world

By strong and endless ties,
But
every

forrow cuts a string,
And urges us to rise.

When Heaven would kindly set us free,

And earth's enchantment end;
It takes the most effectual means,
And robs us of a friend.

YOUNG.

XXXI.

THE DEPARTED.

OW is the stately column broke ;

The beacon light is quenched in smoke;
The trumpet's filver voice is still,
The warder filent on the hill.

XXXII.

HOLY SORROW.

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100D when He gives, supremely good;

Nor less when He denies; Afflictions, from His sovereign hand,

Are blesings in disguise.

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XXXIII.

HOLY SORROW.

H! weep not for the gathered rose !

Oh! mourn not for the friend that

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dies;

In beauty's breast the flow'ret blows,

The foul is happy in the skies !

Weep not for these! but weep for them,

The unloved, the friendless, the unknown; The flowers that wither on the stem,

The living that must live alone !

XXXIV.

M

RELIGION
ORE sweet than odours caught by him

who fails
Near spicy shores of Araby the bleft,
A thousand times more exquisitely

sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they reft.

WORDSWORTH.

XXXV.

RELIGION.

LOVE to see yon glorious Sun,

First tinge the East with purple dye; And then with glowing splendour run

Along the lofty azure sky.

I love to see the Orb of night

Glide o'er her glittering starry way,
And with her brilliant filver light,

Upon the water's surface play.
But lovelier still than these appear

Religion's calm and flowery ways;
They soothe vain forrow, dry the tear,
And end with joy our earthly days.

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XXXVI.

HEAVENLY JOYS.

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OW fading are the joys we dote upon!

Like apparitions seen and gone ;
But those which soonest take their flight,

Are the most exquisite and strong;

Like angels' visits, short and bright, Mortality's too weak to bear them long.

John Norris, 17th Cent.

XXXVII.

HEAVENLY JOYS.
N sacred loneliness,

Apart from friends below,
Lord, in thy presence I find bliss

Thou only canst bestow.

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Alone how can I feel ?,

When faith's clear vision seems like fight, When Truth's eternal stores reveal

To my glad heart delight. Trembling, I seem to lie

So near the heavenly portals bright, I catch the streaming rays that fly From eternity's own light.

SARAH MARTIN.

Worldly Joys.- Praise.

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XXXVIII.

WORLDLY JOYS.

UT pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow-falls on the river,
A moment white, then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis

race,
That Ait ere you can point their place ;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form,
Evanishing amid the storm.

Burns.

XXXIX.

PRAISE.

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ERE every faultering tongue of man,

Almighty Father, silent in thy praise,
Thy works themselves would raise a

general voice,

E’en in the depths of solitary woods
By human foot untrod-proclaim Thy power,
And to the Choir Celestial Thee resound,
The eternal cause, support, and end of all.

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