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JOW fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions feen and gone; But those which fooneft take their flight, Are the most exquifite and ftrong; Like angels' vifits, fhort and bright, Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
JOHN NORRIS, 17th Cent.
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 streaming rays that fly
From eternity's own light.
UT pleasures are like poppies spread,
A moment white, then melts for ever;
That flit ere you can point their place;
ERE every faultering tongue of man,
E'en in the depths of folitary woods
HEN fhall I offer up, O beautiful and
Even in the bofom of Thy light,
My canticle of praife to Thee?
CANTIQUES SPIRITUELS, A.D. 1694.
Resurrection. Greatness. 229
ONTEMPLATE, when the fun declines,
HOU haft left behind
Powers that will work for Thee-Earth
air, and skies;
There's not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget Thee-Thou haft great alliesThy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
HE quality of Mercy is not ftrain'd,
Upon the place beneath; it is twice
It bleffeth him that gives, and him that takes;
Wherein doth fit the dread and fear of kings;
An earthly power doth then show likeft God's,