c.

HEAVEN.

HE whispering waves were half asleep,

The clouds had gone to play ;
And on the land and on the deep,
The smile of Heaven lay.

SHELLEY.

CI.

HEAVEN.

HOULD not the exile, Lord, desire

His own sweet realm to fee?
The bridė to greet her absent lord ?

The prisoner to be free?

When we amid this stormy world,

Feel like the homeless dove,
We would in spirit spread the wing,

To flee to Thee we love.

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CII.

HEAVEN.

HEY

may stand near to the pearly gates, May be close to the Ear of Heaven; But who would dwell in the servant's

lodge, When the Mansion-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 less of this cold world, the more

of heaven;
The briefer life, the earlier immortality.

MilMAN.

Immortality.—Parting.

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CIV.

IMMORTALITY.

TOW welcome those untrodden spheres !

How sweet this very hour to die !
To foar from Earth, and find all fears
Lost 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 soul in soul grow deathless 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 smart

Of them that bid farewell!

When hope is chidden

That fain of bliss would tell,
And love forbidden

In the breast 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.

CV.

PARTING.

OT as the worldling bids farewell

While earthly wishes bound his view;
Whose but the Christian's tongue can

tell
The fulness of that word Adieu !

Cling to the Uncreated Friend,

To Jesus, the supremely true;
And oh! thy welfare I commend
To Him, while I pronounce Adieu!

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CVII.

PARTING.

V

JHEN forced to part from those we love,

Though sure to meet to-morrow;
We still a kind of anguish prove,

We feel a touch of sorrow.

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Yet oh what words can paint the tears

We shed, when thus we sever,
If doomed to part for months, for years,

To part, perhaps for ever?

Yet if our views are fixed aright,

A sacred hope is given ;
Though here our prospects end in night,

We 'll meet again in Heaven.

Then let us form those bonds above,

Which time can ne'er dissever;
Since parting in a Saviour's love,

We part, to meet for ever!

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