C.

HEAVEN.

HE whifpering waves were half asleep,
The clouds had gone to play;

And on the land and on the deep,
The fmile of Heaven lay.

SHELLEY.

CI.

HEAVEN.

HOULD not the exile, Lord, defire
His own fweet realm to fee?

The bride to greet her abfent lord?
The prifoner to be free?

When we amid this ftormy world,

Feel like the homeless dove,

We would in spirit fpread the wing,
To flee to Thee we love.

CII.

HEAVEN.

HEY may ftand near to the pearly gates,
May be close to the Ear of Heaven;
But who would dwell in the fervant's
lodge,

When the Manfion-house is given ?

CIII.

IMMORTALITY.

T matters little at what hour o' the day
The righteous falls asleep; death cannot

come

To him untimely who is fit to die ;

The lefs of this cold world, the more

of heaven;

The briefer life, the earlier immortality.

MILMAN.

Emmortality.-Parting.

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CIV.

IMMORTALITY.

OW welcome thofe untrodden spheres!
How sweet this very hour to die!

To foar from Earth, and find all fears
Loft in thy light-Eternity.

Oh! in that future let us think

To hold each heart the heart that shares;
With them the immortal waters drink,
And foul in foul grow deathlefs theirs.

BYRON.

CV.

PARTING.

HEN eyes are beaming

What never tongue might tell,

When tears are streaming

From their crystal cell;

When hands are linked that dread to

part,

And heart is met by throbbing heart,

Oh! bitter, bitter is the fmart

Of them that bid farewell!

When hope is chidden

That fain of blifs would tell, And love forbidden

In the breaft to dwell;

When fettered by a viewless chain,
We turn and gaze, and turn again,
Oh! death were mercy to the pain
Of them that bid farewell.

BISHOP HEBER.

CVI.

PARTING.

OT as the worldling bids farewell

While earthly wishes bound his view; Whofe but the Chriftian's tongue can

tell

The fulness of that word Adieu!

Cling to the Uncreated Friend,
To Jefus, the fupremely true;
And oh! thy welfare I commend

To Him, while I pronounce Adieu!

CVII.

PARTING.

HEN forced to part from thofe we love,
Though fure to meet to-morrow;
We still a kind of anguish prove,
We feel a touch of forrow.

Yet oh what words can paint the tears
We fhed, when thus we fever,
If doomed to part for months, for years,
To part, perhaps for ever?

Yet if our views are fixed aright,
A facred hope is given;

Though here our profpects end in night,
We'll meet again in Heaven.

Then let us form thofe bonds above,

Which time can ne'er diffever;

Since parting in a Saviour's love,
We part, to meet for ever!