XXX. THE DEPARTED. UR hearts are faftened to the world But every forrow cuts a ftring, And urges us to rife. When Heaven would kindly fet us free, And robs us of a friend. YOUNG. XXXI. THE DEPARTED. OW is the ftately column broke; The trumpet's filver voice is ftill, The warder filent on the hill. XXXII. HOLY SORROW. OOD when He gives, fupremely good; Afflictions, from His fovereign hand, XXXIII. HOLY SORROW. H! weep not for the gathered rofe! dies; In beauty's breaft the flow'ret blows, Weep not for thefe! but weep for them, The unloved, the friendless, the unknown; The flowers that wither on the stem, The living that muft live alone! XXXIV. RELIGION. ORE fweet than odours caught by him who fails Near fpicy fhores of Araby the bleft, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they reft. WORDSWORTH. XXXV. RELIGION. LOVE to fee yon glorious Sun, I love to fee the Orb of night But lovelier ftill than these appear XXXVI. HEAVENLY JOYS. JOW fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions feen and gone; But those which fooneft take their flight, Are the moft exquifite and strong; Like angels' vifits, fhort and bright, Mortality's too weak to bear them long. JOHN NORRIS, 17th Cent. XXXVII. HEAVENLY JOYS. IN facred loneliness, Apart from friends below, Lord, in thy prefence I find blifs Alone how can I feel? When faith's clear vifion feems like fight, When Truth's eternal ftores reveal To my glad heart delight. Trembling, I feem to lie So near the heavenly portals bright, I catch the ftreaming rays that fly From eternity's own light. SARAH MARTIN. Worldly Joys.-Praise. 227 XXXVIII. WORLDLY JOYS. UT pleasures are like poppies spread, A moment white, then melts for ever; That flit ere you can point their place; BURNS. XXXIX. PRAISE. ERE every faultering tongue of man, E'en in the depths of folitary woods |