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LL I feel, and hear, and
Ocean's infinite expanse-
Sounds among the vales and hills,
All the hopes and fears that start
Rev. J. R. TAYLOR.
HEY fin who tell us Love can die-
All others are but vanity.
Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell;
But love is indestructible-
Oh! when a Mother meets on high
Y Joy, my Life, my Crown!
Somewhat it fain would say;
Yet slight not these few words ; If truly said, they may take part
Among the best in art. The finenefle which a hymne or pfalme affords, Is, when the soul unto the lines accords.
He who craves all the minde,
If the words onely rhyme,
Whereas if th' heart be moved, Although the verse be somewhat scant,
God doth supplie the want. As when th' heart says (fighing to be approved) Oh, could I love ! and stops ; God writeth, Loved.
MAN, consider thoughtfully,
For thou art passing too !
Thy days and years how few !
We never cease to run.
OW swiftly glide life's transient scenes
“ Like vernal leaves men flourish and
What fruitless schemes amuse our blooming years !
ET not the stealing god of sleep surprise,
in slumbers on thy weary
Strictly thou doft and righteouslysurvey. With reverence at thy own tribunal stand, And answer justly to thy own demand, Where have I been? In what have I transgressed? What good, or ill, has this day's life expressed ? Where have I failed in what I ought to do? In what to God, to man, or to myself I owe? Inquire severe ; whate'er from first to laft, From morning's dawn till evening's gloom has past. If evil were thy deeds, repenting mourn, And let thy soul with strong remorse be torn. If good, the good with peace of mind repay, And to thy secret self with pleasure say, “Rejoice, my heart, for all went well to-day,"