IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I hi Ilia Hi m IIIII15 20 1.8 ' 1.25 1.4 1.6 -^ 6" — ► V] <^ /2 %i -c^l ^.j^ "^ J!^ h 7 Photographic Sciences Co^ratioR d i\ S ,v «F :\ \ ^^ >^. ^.\ 5v a^yjiilc u. xOi iiic But vain the struggle when God's thunder spoke, And on man's head Jehovah's venseanoe broke : / ill f 1 •L-lm 14 •MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. t \ When the loud thunder's peal more deeply peaPd ! When the wild waste the lightning's light reveal'd f When the darlc wave the mountain's side assail'd ! When the white foam above its heights prevail'd ! ' The righteous then alone escap'd the wave, Sav'd by the -arm Onmipotent to save : When deeps assembled sought the deeps again, Destroying waters hurried from the plain ; The radiant bow thea^rch of heaven adorn'd, On the blue vault in blending colors form'd ; Drawn in the cloud, a token rais'd on high. That floods- should never more the earth destroy. Evening beheld it on the eastern day, And morning hail'd it on the western spray ; Above. the torrent was its glory cast. Truth's lovely emblem, as it smil'd and past : And still it smile, when darkly on the sky. The clouds of evening and of morn sweep by ; Still o'er the torrent's troubled foaming stream The bow of peace in beauty forms serene: They tell the soul of everlasting love, The dark wild wave and cov'nant bow above. How chang'd the earth from its primeval state ! Yet still how lovely, good, and fair and great The gentle breathing of the Zephyr's song ! The wintry tempest as it speeds along ! The tow'ring mountain and the desert plains ; Where the fierce Siroc blast miconquer'd reigns ! The mighty torrent rushing to the main ! The rolling river sweeping through the plain ! The far-off realms where winter holds his throne ! The gem-like islands of the burnmg zone ! _^ UNIVEHSAL SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL. 15 le! The vast imfatliom'd fountains ot the deep Where the once weaned, long-lost sailors sleep ! That hide the treasures of the rich and proud And heedless ; wind them in one common shroud ! The stately forests of unnumber'd years That in the grandeur of its prime appears ! The lowly flowrets, &hrinking from the sight, Bright in the beauty of their gentle light, That tell the soul if it would learn of flowers The changeless fleetnessof life's passing hours ; Give the first impress of mysterious thought So peaceful, sweet ; yet once unknown, unsought ; Bidding the soul its richest treasures find In tlie rich banquet of a spotless mind : Low, deep, they teach that virtue's noblest grace Dwells where Immanuel only sees its trace. All great, or fair, yet death is mark'd on all, Man's daring crimes have doom'd them all to fall. They perish, yet their blended voice will say God's works are perfect even in decay. And high o'er all his providence extends, And perfect till his law in justice ends — Till finish'd the redemption he ordain'd, When Eden's beauty first by sin was stain'd : Our parents driven from their native spot In pain to toil, their hard yet v/ell-earn'd lot ; No longer trusted hi the sacred bowers Where pass'd their being's new created hours ; When innocence was their's and holy joy, juia iiupu"s lair drutiiiia, tuai kUcw ul»l ui axiw). Shall not the Gc -Opel's tree of freedom stand Until its fragrance spreads through every land— /I ;//// I liir^^-'- r ^l^'' '" «T"'l» » ' *«W»V"f-*; . 16 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Until the olive boughs of peace shall wave In holy beauty o'er the truly brave ? If Satan's kingdom over all had sway, Save the blest few who chose ImmanuePs way,-4 Shall not Jehovah's kingdom spread afar Till kings and nations bow to Bethlehem's star ? Till one high theme the ransom'd world shall fill, And through the darkness of her nature thrill, Creator and Redeemer of mankind, The noblest theme for an immortal mind. It shall be done : the fervent thought that burns, The prayer of faith that for salvation yearns; The Seraph love that smiles at pain and loss, The Cherub knowledge that surrounds the cross, The faith and hope that claim a nobler aim Than that which circles Alexander's name, — Proclaim ImmanuePs kingdom yet shall be From shore to shore, from sea to utmost sea. How strange ! of time the change,that from the clime Once wrapt in darkest ignorance of time, The Gospel heralds, rais'd to bless mankind. Of diff 'rent manners, but the same in mind As those who first the flood of error stemm'd. Whose holy zeal but with their lives could end- Bear back the tidings whence it first arose And dauntless bid the Mosque of Omar close ; And make the beast to tremble on his throne And feel God's mandate tho' he wi^.l not own.- With all the power by earnest genius given, With all the gather'd' energy of years _HQiyback the torrent of a Saviour's tears : UNIVERSAL SPREAD OF THE GOSPIX«. 17 Till Greece, and Rome, and Spain, and Canaan, be From ignorance, delusion, terror, free. A glorious privilege have those who stand Commission'd, charter'd, by divine coramand, To bear the tidings o'er Pacific's flood, WTiore garden islands wait the law of God : And pour the balm, the wounds of death to heal With life's last fleeting breath their labors seal. A glorious bed was that where William bled, Tho' stain'd Err'manga, with the blood it shed ; What, tho' for love he oft met hatred, strife, His holy zeal but ended with his life : In his lov'd Master's cause was life laid down, And gems from southern seas adorn his crown. The Gospel's feast spread on Columbia's plains, And on her hills where wildest grandeur reigns ( Bid all her sons, whatever clime they roam, Till all her forest children find their home — Still spread the feast that gathers home to God All nations, kindreds, tongues, to own him Lord : This simple truth that lifts the soul to heaven. To ev'ry deathless soul with speed be given. 'Tis not by pardon, that man's hand bestows, 'Tis not by all our share of tears, and woes ; 'Tis not by deeds, of earthly glorious fame, 'Tis not by penance, we the crown can claim .* 'Tis not by learning's deeply-gather'd store. But faith in Jesus takes us safely o'er. \ /■// m \ 18. fc THE REFUGE. I. Pleasing associations of Childhood. 2.. The passing moments leaving no vestige of the Past, but memory. 3. The lesson to be learned from this. 4. The importance of parental inlluence-instances of it. V. The responsibility resting on us while in youth, and op- portunities of doing good. 6. The inllueuce of good example harmonizmg with our words. .,. J r 7. Reflections on past time, and a remedy prescribed for our fears and anxieties. Childhood, how deeply doth its mem'ry twine Around eaxjh heart, each bosom is its shrine ! The scenes of other years may pass forgot, But Childhood's mem'ry never will depart — Tho' peace and happiness attend on life, Tho^ worn the heart with anguish, care and strife; And even he, whose childhood knew most tears. Can claim some bright spot on its troubled years, On which awaken'd memory loves to dwell, As mix'd emotions, painful, pleasing, swell. A child-like nature can be free and.gay, Each i^a comiade, if he will but play And tell no tales, and join each sport with glee, From pride's distinctions then, the heart is free. The tiny boat in little eyes so brave, The joyful shout as ito'ertopp'd the wave — The kite erected on the air to float. All mark its. progress, every wav'ring note ; THE REFUGi:. 19 \ A cry of triumph as it sweeps along, Steady, and sure, bursts from the eager throng ; But, if too soon, it sinks upon the ground, Keen disappointment fills each bosom round. All share a comrade's woe ; around him see The little flock, with childish sj-mpathy ; And pure and artless is the falling tear, No alTectation — childhood is sincere. Or, if within some lone sequestered spot. Kind Providence has plac'd thy early lot ; How, oft will memory recal the scene, Where thou hast with thy brothers, sisters, been. The gather'd flowers, beneath the. forest shade. The shading tree, where thou hast with them play'd : And the grave visit to a sister^s home, Whilst telling all the while tiiat thou would'st come; The resolution made to talk no more Until thou stood'st within thy neighbour's door ; But soon forgot the long, long v^ay between, Thyliow'rfits praising and thy branches green. And even yet dost thou not think with pain .Upon some bird by cruel owlet slain, Some wildling that thy grandsire found and gave, And did'st thou not its pretty feathers save : • And e'en forgive it though it wish'd to stray, And from thy care would rather be away 5 Thy little brother v/ept to see it fly, And much thou fear'd it in the snow would die ; I How closely guarded was its silken wing. A dog wa^ thine, that shar'd each youthful glee, «» »' 20 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. ,j; 1 I' 1 ill 1 1 1 ift ^\ i\l One in thy 8|>ort, and who so gay as he ? For o'er the field he'd court thy nimble feet, Fast thou didst run, but faster his retreat. A fawn was thine, bright spotted, and so tame, How much thy care to give a favorite name ; How quickly did it know thy fostering hand, And how confiding by thee it would stand, And rove with thee, and crop the flow'rets gay ; Forget its liberty and forest play. E'er yet its spotted coat grew brown, it died ; Didst thou not mourn it, as thou stood'st beside ? And buried it, that none its limbs might tear : Thy fav' lite torn ! the thought thou couldst not bear. The scene is chang'd,a few more years have pass'd-- Regain'd again thy childhood's home at last ; Thy youngest brother bids thee welcome home, O'er hill and dale, he urges thee to roam ; Tolls thee, the stone so large has larger grown — The wood is felPd, once with wild flow'rets strown ; Points to the scenes of well remembered play, i.nd with him, ev'ry w'here would have thee stray. Tho' few the years since last with garlands dress'd. Yet changeless is the change within thy breast ; Thou caiist no more in nature's flowers array, Tho' 'midst her brightest wildlings bid to stray. This truth made clear, implant it in thy heart, The scenes of childhood shortly must depart.- One Childhood only given is to man, A mprn'rv lino-'rinrr thrmio-h thft lonofifitsnan : •*" ■"* *^' o D o ~ "ir J And but in mem'ry : soon will claim the worm Yon aged vet'ran, tott'ring o'er the tomb ; Gone is his childhood, pass'd his days of youth. ii\ \ THE REFUGE, 21 e, ^y; ie? 3t bear, ass'd— I le, -n — trown ; 3 stray. Iress'd, ray. )rm ith. Wither'd his prime— start thou not from the truth ? He soon must sleep beneath his native clay, The speedy hours, for him will not delays They bear him to the grave, they bear thee too, Thy years like his, must perish from thy view. E'er 'tifi too late, then make this lesson thine, To catch each moment of thy fleeting time ; And rise in virtue with thy growing years, Thy glorious pri\'ilege, a balm for tears; That on thy early years may lie no stain, in after years to wring thy heart with pain. No friend, by word or guilty deed of thine Encourag'd, harden'd in his nature's crime. Tho' thou repentest, thou canst not erase Again the principles thou help'st to trace. When Newton, * wearied out by sin and crime, Turn'd to the Lord, that God who may be thine— He met with one, whom once in sin he knew, Unnumber'd yet with Christ's selected few, Much did he strive the principle to change He help'd to trace : he pray'd and strove in vain. A mother's influence, to form the mind, Rei^ms deep and lasting throughout all mankind. The Spartan grew in courage at her word. Life yielded to the glory of the sword ; For his lov'd country bade to fight and die. Return no more, except with victory's cry. A mother's in^uence, first taught Alfred's heart, To choose fair virtue for his better part : With no ambition, but hie country's good. Her brightest ornament and guard he stood, • Rev. John Newton. t 22 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. r i'i it M i\ Columbia's mothers — self-denying band, Stood firm supporters of theirnative land ; The son went forth to battle, proudly strong, Join'd with delight, fair freedom's mighty throng ; His mother's hand had arm'd him for the fij?ht, Her word made Liberty appear more bright; To gain that gem his ev'ry nerve was rous'd, And ev'ry passion to the deep one bow'd Of Liberty, implanted in his heart. And cherish'd there, with all a mother's art. Paul's fav'rite grew beneath a mother's eye, To grace the Gospel> and attain the sky. A pious mother's prayers are heard on high, And register'd above her ev'ry sigh ; Her voice remember'd 'midst the snones of sin, . Has waken'd oft the monitor within . God through her word has bid the iiglit arise, That arms the soul to struggle for the skies ; The Bible too her lastj her best bequest. Has led at last the wanderer to rest. That Book neglected long, then higher prized, Than all the treasures of the earth beside.- A pious parent's toils God smiles to see. And blesses — blesses through Eternity. Perhaps had Byron known a mother's care. Who early taught his lips the holy prayer — How bright his daring genius might have shone, Friesh laurels gathering the farther known : Had holiness p,dorn'd- his glowing page. New stars had grac'd it throughout ev'ry age. Though many faults are thrown 'roundByron's nam)9, Yet Greece, thy gratitude that name must claim j TH2 REFUGE. 23 throng ; ?ht, 1, i nn. 3 ^f d, one, e. snams, urn J And when thy heroes claim thy notes of firo, Sound ByTon's praise, upon thy noblest Lyre. Man longs for fame, but softer would he sl'jep, Unknown, forgotten, in the mighty deep Of dark oblivion's stream, than leave a name, That tho' it glitters on the field of fame, Yet leaves no in fluence; to raise the soul, And point it upv^ards to its native goal. Cowper was gifted, and his themes were wise, " The son of parents pass'd into the skies." Did he disgrace tliem in his long career ? Or, have his pages ever caused a tear ^ If they have rais'd one, it was feeling's gem More dearjto Heaven, than brightest diaJem ; . From virtue's path he never leads astray, But points the glory of her heavenly way. How plain at first must be instruction kind. To plant the principle that forms the mind ; •, The first instructions sink into the breast, More deeply buried there than all the rest. The principle well rooted, that our days Were never given for wild folly's maze ; B.ut that the total of our being's aim. To glorify the Father through the Son— • Rise to that happiness, man longs to know, Yet seeks in fountains whence it cannot flow- Will never change ; too fix'd, too deep, to move, Though Atheists laugh— and Infidels .reprove. Tis true the lips may learn to smile at sin, l5ut outraged, conscience sun v\^iu uij- vnnj^n ^ The anxious sigh will wring the tortur'd heart, O'er seeueB of peace departed, not forgot. //I €.^ I"#l ? \ w 1. if ■ j i i iA MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- I I! (Hi ^4. It is the parent's charge to form the mind, To all that's gentle, virtuous and kind ; Teach under God the war with sin to wage, And raise more Wesley's for Ihe future age. How beautiful in childhood is the deed Of kindness done, tho' but a bird should need, When w^inter puts his cold bright mantle on, A crumb, or shelter from the bursting storm ; T^nto the child who early learn'd to spare The wild bird's nest, and not the plunder share ; Tho' others dar'd to take the sacred prize, How dark the deed ! how odious in his eyes ! Fearless he points, the trembling parent nigh And boldly warns that Jesus hears their cry. Yet still more lovely in the infant mind, The fervent wish to be both good and kind ; The simple prayers from infant lips that rise. That God so great, so holy, good, and wise. Would please to sendfthe Gospel's tidings far, That all the world might know the Saviour's star j And weep, and pity, when the wretched sigh. And strive, and long to soothe their misery. More might be Howard's, if they would but strive, In all the works of holiness to rise : 'Tis deeds of kindness that enlarge the soul, Until its love extends from pole to pole. When childhood's ignorance hath passed away, And growing reason ushers in her day: ^is then our influence begins to spread, Nor ceases till we rest among the dead. Does it rest then ? if we on earth could see Its lasting weight throughout Eternity — THE REFUGE. •25 l^' sed, a; jliare ; igh ise, h \ far, ur's star ; )ut strive, ul, Lway, Would not the deepness of our trust of time, Rouse ev'ry soul to bow at Jesu's shrine ; Yet, 'tis as real, as if our deeds^ should rise ' With all their influence before our eyes : And known this truth, is it not time to spread ' The truth to others, who, to truth are dead ? And in the image of our risen Lord, Firmly decided in the cause of God — UnmovM through life, perform our rightful part To spread the Gospel's truth to ev'ry heart. God. gives us life, that we may gain his rest, He lengthens it that otheis may be blest ; He spares the aged, whilst the young decline, As pious Newell did in life's best prime ; But done her task, she shunn'd no toil for him The conqueror of death, and hell and sin ; Triumphant victor o'er the conquer'd grave, • She glorified her Saviour's power to save. 'Tis fearless courage in the -cause of truth. With meekness join'd the ornament of youth ; 'Tis faith, lovey meekness, that no foe can quell If life be God's, then life or death is well. Childhood departs, and youth is quickly gone. Moment by moment month^-and years roll on ; Yet death is swifter than the course of time. Age follows youth yet may be never thine. Hast thou not seen the young and fair decay, Tiio' beautiful, forbid on earth to stay ? The dearest cherish'd, tempt the darts of death, Yet, tends he watchful 'Over ev'ry breath ; If Guch the case, and death must be our doom. And all alike are destin'-d to the tomb j :26 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, tl Is it not time to rise and work to-day, And rise triumphant o'er life's rugged way ? Cast in our mite to call the wanderers home, Who far astray, yet blinded farther roam ? Display the light and from despair and shame Bring back the drunkard to his rightful name ? If man would mark them, countless are the ways On him bestow'd to spread Immanuel's praise. But oft the tongue alone performs the deed And words the only balm for hearts that bleed. Will words alone the test of justice stand ? Will they fulfil the Gospel's high command ? No : let thy thoughts be pure, thy actions right. With these essentials let thy words unite In holy harmony, by faith upheld. Till all thy foes by conq'ring grace are quell'd ; Till all the Saviour's beauty is thine own. His robe of righteousness around thee thrown : His perfect image stamp'd upon thy heart, His will, thy glory, his command thy part. Roil back thy mem'ry o'er thy early years, And scan its joys, its anguish and its tears ; Doth not the heart its weight of sorrow know ? ! none but God can measure human woe ; How oft doth m.is'ry shrink from ev'ry eye, Nor tell its presence even by a sigh ; Whilst on the youthful heart is. anguish thrown. And hope's fair visions seem for ever flov^rn ; * And 'hen again the light of hope appears, And mem'ry scarcely keeps the transient tears ; When once again the rays of pleasure beam. And ail before looks tranquil and serene, THE REFUGE. 27 ay ? )me, ? •• • hame ame ? the ways praise. 3d bleed. I? and? ns right, :e :}uelPd ; m, hrown • art, irt. ars, ?ars : know ? woe ; eye, thrown, lown ; ears, ent tears ; beam, e, I Thy hope again will disappointment sweep Away, and thon again art left to weep. Thus on from youth to prime and hoary age, " One by one our glorious visions fade." Tho' often cru5jh'd, yet, if with vict'ry crown'd Thy hopes at last and thou by fame renowned ^or wealth; and happiness, and worldly ease, And thou hast all that can thy fancy please. Have all thy pleasures been without alloy ? Or is thy pathway ever crown'd with joy ? No, is the answer, and must ever be, For thou hast griefs known but to God and thee. How is it that the aged with regret Look back to youth, and all its griefs forget ? Whilst all its joys felt transient then and void, Are treasur'd up as pure and unalloy'd. How happy they, who have in early youth, Left the world's shrine, and own'd the shrine of truth! Who humbly thankful for all heaven bestows, When o'er their head appears the cloud of v:oes— Can look beyond, to where he reigns supreme, Who tasted once of misery's deepest stream ; And feel their refuge strong, their Saviour nigh, To bless each tear, and consecrate each sigh. Go seek for holiness ; if that be thine. Then thou mayst smile at all the storms of time ; For lo ! a refuge is for thee prepar'd, By all the ransom'd of Immanuel shar'd ; A shield to guard thee when the storm is nigh, Yet even death is welconv d by the good, r 28 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. m iM 1 1 lil For on its threshold once Immanuel stood ; Once from its arms, triumphant rose on high, To gild the Christian's pathway to the sky With wisdom's holy and unerring light, That still directs, till faith is lost in sight. Where persecution's songs of triumph sound, To raise the martyr's faith, that light is found, In glory bright'ning to each faithful soul, Whose last high words through countless years shall roll ; Embalm'd and written on each faithful heart. In thrilling beauty never to depart. If o'er thy head temptation's waves have broke, And disappointment scattered ev'ry hope ; If grief, and wrong, have bow'd thy soul and tried, Still in the counsels of thy God confide ; If sin hath wearied, in that fountain's wave TlKit can enrich, and purify, and save— Haste thou to plunge, till all thy sins are lost, And thou no more by nature's tempest to^t. Sorrows upon the cup of life are strewn, Oft on our purest joys is darkness thrown ; For all is transitory c^nd untrue. Except that refuge for which all may sue, And all may gain, by faith's celestial fire, Through it may all to holiest joys aspire ; In honour rise to that celestial mind That Jesus wills to stamp upon mankind ! And raise them to that glorious estate, iTTT £i «n wioTT /^TTrn.na riafnop. Hirrh nnd £rreat« Man's great Redeemer ; and the sure reward, Of all who own him as their risen Lord. THE DYHG CHIEF. 1, (1, ars shall •t, oke, nd tried, )St, eat, ard, (Among some of the North American Indians, there is a tradi- lion'that the Great Spirit will come sometime in the East, and raise the dead. They desire to be buried with their laces towards the East that they may see him'when he comes ; those that com- mit suicide are buried in the contrary way, being thought unwor- thy to behold the Great Spirit.] A soxG rose from the lowly bed, The chieftain's bed of death ; In the deep tones of his native tongue, He pour'd his latest breath. Gh, Bury me not ! as those who die. By their own self-will decrees ; In the dark grave I would not rest . If I ohould lie as these. But bury me towards the east, Where shines the rising sun ; That I the Spirit's ray may see, When his gieat day shall come. I'fought the field of battle well, My earthly course is run ; TJaen bury me towards the east, My face to the nsing sun. My step no moie -on earth shall chase ^ TV»f> iiTilrl rlopr. pllc and roe ! This arm no more my bark shall guide Upon the swift stream's flow. "-r^' ■^---'■■w^¥V39^=' ■ I Hi m r in 30 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. But fleeter elk and bounding deer, In that land where I go, I shall chase, than ever h^re on earth, With my heavenly spear and bow. The forests there are green and gay, Of green, that never fades ; And flowers there forever bloom. By streams, and forest shades. 'Tis dorious where my fathers dwell, And where the spirit reigns ; Friends, kindred, children, all adieu I I ao to blissful scenes. The hand of death is on me now, 1 feel his iron come ; My warriors, make my place of rest, ■ Towards the ri^ng sun. Then closed the chieftain's wild dark eye^ That mark'd with eagle gaze The foeman in his covert sly. The wild deer in the chase. And silent on his lowly bier, That graceful form was laid ; The arm that strung the warrior's bow, By death's stern sleep was stay'd. But on his brow in deep repose,, The Indian mind was trac'd ; Its proud unchanging stern ^resolve, l?5£»r» (ii:tu\]\ had HOt erSS U . E'en death had not eras u I • It is Raid the Indian warriors when they are dying, fix their fe.turesta.Snimniov.bte po^ure, wUita. they cbaW tex death- song. 31 ell, eu I ark eye^ ; bow, ^e, ying, fix their ey cljant tJiejr THE BIATH BED. (Composed on reading an affecting piece in the Temperance Advocate.] << Oh, raise my fainting head," he said, '< And on thy bosom lay ; My dying hour is come at length. And I must pass away. " Why dost thou weep, sweet mother, That I so soon must fly ; To realms we oft have talk'd about The realms of bliss and joy. <« Why do you weep that now on earth, You have a son to-day ; To-morrow one in other worlds, Where joys forever stay. « You cannot live dear mother, When from this world I go : In a better land I'll welcome you, WTien freed from ev'ry woe." Then heavier sank his dying head, TTnnn liPT th robbim? Jieart ; ..She listen'd all was cold and stiff, Jier's was a lifeless part. ^^Simm 0S i$ m i , mn > ifcto»...-r,;-^*'H'*-«-^~ i ? 1 1 1-, , - I 1 1 ' ii 'i i;:it ! 1 flit « I 32. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. And there alone, beside the dead, That tender mother knelt ; In the lone sad feelmg of the heart, When of all hope bereft. And there, beside her son's death bed, The wretched father- stood ; Upon his brow, disease and shame, Mark'd by the wine cup's mood. Then wildly from her dead son's side. The heart-wrun^ mother rose ; And on his ami she laid her hand, And sternly thus she ■■ spoke :— <^ Dost thou behold that pallid face, And know what chang'd its hue From the bright, the rosy bloom of health, To that cold and deadly blue ? << Dost thou not know what stain'd his cheek, With the flush of shame and woe ? Doth not thy gnilty conscience strike, And own that it was you ?" Then turning round once more, she clasp'd The cold and breathless frame 5 And over it in wild despair, She pour'd her sorrowing strain. *" TTow could I part with thee my best 1 My good, my true, my brave ! How can I lay thy much lov'd form In the cold and dteary grave- S-. •! * THE DEATH; BED. "Why didst thou leave me to this lone, This wild despair of heart ! Reium, my loveliest, return, Or let me share thy part !" And there the father stood, he heard, And forth he rushed again ; He rushed, ! whither did he rush ? Back to the revel's reign. Yes, in tliat cup, that had brought all This anguish, guilt and shame ; He sought in phrenzy wild, to drown Tlie thoughts of guilt and blame. Oh, fatal spirit, foe of man ! Thy love, his darkest, deadliest bane ) Why wert thou ever calPd divine ? To hide the terror of thy reign ? 33 f^V ^FTl^i'?^^*'^ 34 ^ ^:il \i m ! ,(1|H1 ! SAIADIN. [The Great Chief Saladin, after he had subdued Eijypt, passed the Euphrates, retaken Jerusalem, and performed other great ex nloits, finished his Ufe, by an act which deserves to be remem- bered. Just before he expired, he called the herald who had Car- rie! his banner before him in all his battles, and commanded him to f'isten to a lance the shroud in which he was soon to be buried. " Go," said he, " carry Ihe lance, unfurl the banner, and as you lift it up, proclaim ' this is ah that remains of the glory of Saladin, the Great.'" He had conquer'd, he had conquer'd, Full many an ancient plain ; And many a captive band had led, In bitter galling chain. An earthly glorious diadem. Long, long had deck'd his brow : And death oft came at his command, Thus low, why laid he now 1 . HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE. The broad blue arch of Heaven, With scarce a cloud to mar ; The sun's refulgent flood of light, How beautiful they are ! The wild bird- s morning measure, Pour'd on the air afar ; The forest's waving verdure. How beautiful they are ! The sober hues of autumn, That ev'ry wind doth mar ; That tell us plainly all must die, How beautiful they are ! The page of ancient story, That tells of darksome war ; To eyes that love its mazes. How beautiful they are ! The smiles of infant loveliness, Where guilt can claim no scar ; To minds that read their story, How beautiful they are. The lines that point to brighter worlds Where beams the morning star ; To hearts renew'd by grace divine, How beautiful they are ! O, may our hearts be tum'd indeed, T?T'r>wi oinfnl tlnniirrlntc! ufQT l XiVJiii icriiiit.ix liivS'^i • • - • «.- -i- J That we with all the good may know How beautiful they are ! ■. 44 SUMMER EVENING REFLECTIONS Tlie summer's eve is beautiful, When night-mists rise on high ; And robes of solemn stillness, Are thrown o'er all the sky. And earth shows forth her loveliness, Beneath the moon's pale ray ; And stars frojii their far distance. Their silver light display. ^Tis beautv that bows down the heart, And lifts the soul to prayer ; For in such works of loveliness, Oh is not Jesus there 1 To pardon and to purify, To fit for realms of light ; More fair than all the loveliness Now bursting on the sight. This earthly scene with all its glow. Will pass with time's swift years away ; But this night's thoughts are borne to heav'i? In changeless record there to stay. On earth thou wast a fragile flower, TJ-A i.1 4. A.f^A^ . JJUl iiUVV liiUl^ CUilSl iiUL iiiUO } Yet brighter will thy glory be, ^Tis well thou hast not stayed. ONS. SUMMER EVENING REFLECTIONS. The grass will grow above thee, The tempest o'er thee rave ; But nought will break the slumber Of thy low peaceful grave. Until the last dread trumpet, Shall bid the dead awake ; Then thou wilt rise in beauty, And thy flight to Jesus take. And he will smile thee welcome, To his eternal rest ; And in thy blood-wash'd garmenL> Thou wilt be forever dress'd. How happy are the dead who die^ When life has first begun ; To leave this dreary wilderness, For an eternal sun. Then Emily, thou art welcome, To sleep beneath the clay ; Hest tranquil, lovely baby, Till that last solemn day— When all the children of the earth, Must stand before the throne ; And blessed are the dead who die, With trust in Christ alone. 45 46 LINES, Presented to Miss S. W., with some Spring Flowers, May, IS-IS. Sarah, to thee, those flowers I give, That op'd their leaves to-day ; They were welcomed by the sunshine, Of the genial month of May. They had no hand to tend them, But their Maker's kindly care ; He sent them to adorn our woods, And make our spring more fair. As if to bless the source of life. How bright is their display, Of pink, and white, and azure blue, Before the opening day. They are an emblem of our state, Of youth, of prime and age ; And when our course is finish'd, we Like them will quit the stage. Their forms will quickly wither, Tlieir bright leaves fade away ; But affection in the christian's heart, * Must see eternal day. And then dear friend, though small the gift, Thou wilt not let them fade ; But let them live whilst they can live, . for the giver's sake. 47 LINES. Presented to Mr. and Mrs. S., on the death of their only laughter. She was the only cherish'd one, The only binding tie ; To claim affection's deepest thought, Or cause paternal joy. What wonder then that she was lov'd. Or that the ''mrsting sigh, Should tell of anguish keen and deep. When she was calPd to die. Yet think when Nature feels its loss, The God who rules on high ; The boon his goodness did bestow, His mercy does deny. It was the power that cannot err, That bade affliction try ; The power that cannot be unkind, That calPd her to the sky. How fleeting are the scenes of time. How swift life's transient ray ; 9 And rolling ages still confirm, That all must pass away. Monarchs have bow'dthem to the dust. That loftiest were in state ; And dark the cloud of mystery hangs Above the buried great. li; I !■ ^ 48 , MISCLELANEOUS POEMS. Tlien should we mourn for ransom'd ones, Who claim a joyful rest— Array'd in Jesu's righteousness, Forever safe and bless'd ? Then, tho' ye weep, in sorrow weep, Yet let your grateful praise Ascend to him who from the grave, Your child will surely raise. Short will her slumbers be in death, Death soon must yield his prey ; Fight the good fight and hail with her, In Christ the Judgment Day. 1843. I 49 LINES TO A LITTLE BOY To thee, my little cousin, I give this penciPd flower ; And on thee I bestow those lines, Made in an hasty hour. I would not have thee prize it much, 'Tis but a paUry tie ; But I would have thee set thy mind, On themes beyond the sky. Hast thou beheld the flow'rets fade, That deck our northern clime ; And seen the green leaves pass away, With our fair Autumn's prime? Thou hast: though few have been thy years, And swift their moments fled ; Yet e'er another spring returns, Thou mayest lie with the dead. Then seek that power that well can save, From sin and dangers wild ; For Jesus died for thee, dear boy, And ev'ry little child. And he will guide thee safely Unto the glorious bowers. Where happy ransom'd children Gather the living flowers. I 50 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Then seek him early in ihy youth, Lay ev'ry passion by ; And be a bright and shining star, Firm fighting for the sky. Then though thy pilgrimage be long, Or short, thy transient stay ; Thou wilt not fear when death shall come. To lay thee in the clay. That thou mayst gain eternal rest. Will be thy cousin's prayer ; And where the Saviour crowns his lambs. Strive Robert to be there. 1843. 51 TRUST IN GOD. When cast.upon temptation's wave, And foes unseen around me rave ; This changeless truth my soul shall cheer. My Father God, is always near. When friends the dearest, and the best, Are hurried to their long deep rest ; This still shall cheer my fainting heart, My Father God will not depart. W^hen those on whom my soul relies, As virtuous, gentle, good and wise ; Prove dross, and cause my heart to ache, My Father God will not forsake. When grief no human eye can see. And darkest gloom compasses me ; ' On this my wearied soul shall dwell, My Father God does all things well. Thy hand in all things may I see, And still direct my coarse to thee ; And though unnumber'd evils try, On God my Father still rely. The grave will soon above me close. This form in death's stern sleep repose ; Then may my treasures ever be, God i my Father plac'd in thee. ■ I' III 52 W SUPPLICATION. Thou ! whohear'st, the suppliant's prayer, And mark'st thy children when they cry ; When dark temptations would o'ercome, Be thou my great protestor nigh. Thou know'st there is no help in man, His heart would lead him still to fall j 0! be Thou then, my guardian I d, Let me be nothing, Thou be all. bid me lose my trust in flesh, make me lose my hold of sin ; And where corruption long hath dwelt, God, my Saviour enter in. O ! be my stubborn will subdu'd, And made to own thy mandate just ; And in thy arm of righteousness, There only may I put my trust. From pride that deadly pleasing sin, Oh, save my ev'ry action Thou ; Annoint me with the Gilead balm. And firmly bind each sacred vow. Then may I see in ev'ry storm. That clouds my weak and erring way ; And still by faith's supporting pow'r. Upon thy changeless promise stay. SUPPLICATION. ^ When health and happiness attend, Still may my soul be tarn'd to thee ; • For should not all my soul be thine, , When thou didst give thyself for me. It is from thee, from thee alone, My life, my endless being flows ; Redeemed from everlasting death. When from the grave my Saviour rose. Then 'tis to theo my heart should turn, Warm'd by thy Holy Spirit's fire ; To pour my soul, in ceaseless prayer, Till thou shalt all my soul inspire* 58 I ti li J 54 TEMPERANCE LINES Waft, waft ye winds, the joyful sound, To ev'ry land the tidings bear ; Far as the Gospel's light shall flow, Erect thy standard Temperance fair. Religion's sister onwards press, With dauntless courage clear thy way : Nor ever tire or think to rest. Till all shall own thy gentle sway. Daughter of mercy speed thy course, Tliine armour gild with conquests new ; And lo ! the mother's deepest prayer, The father's blessing pours for you. The wife's warm prayer for thee will swell, With fervour to the throne of God ; would that all thy powers would wake. To break the Demon's iron rod. Children already crowd thy path, f And sisters gladly urge thy sway ; And brothers bid thy banner rise, Then fearless keep thee on thy way, What tho' the Spectre's bands will laugh. Thou oft shalt snatch them from his thrall When freed from his dread chain at last, They'll urge thee on to gather all. h on, and lo ! to aid thee comes, _Thy sister with her milder day ; Vith palms and crowns of glory bright, Speed, speed thy course, beneath her sway. 55 TO A SISTER S. I would not have thee sad, Or check thy spirit to be gay \ But let discretion guide its course, And gentle prudence pour its sway. I have spent hours in trifling too, And bitterly I've mourn'd their loss 5 I could have sather'd treasures then, But did I ? No : I gather'd dross. I know thou dost not think it harm, But then the hours to trifling giv^n ; If .pent in reading, prayer and praise, ^ Would fill thy mind with ihoughts ol heav 11. And then reflect in after years. When heavier cares are on thee press d ; • How sweet the well-learn'd Word of God, Will give thy wearied spirit rest. Now is thy time to gather all The knowledge that thou well canst gam ; 'Tis mine, and may it be improv'd. That our bright hours may leave no stam. To add a thorn to after years. When youth's bright laughing spring IS pass d: Or bid remorse, repentance rise If early in the tomb we're cast. Ui IJ 56 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Companion of my early days, One of my dearest ties to earth ; Together let us walk the path, That leads to holy sinless minh. And when I bow before the throne Of heaven^s high king, Pll sue for thee ; And 0, my sister ! may I claim From thee one prayer, one tear for me, Dec, 1843, ii I i! 57 I, » TO A FRIEND, AT HER REQUEST. If it will bind our hearts in love, Or raise our faith to trust ; To praise him for his mercies giv'n, Or patience to endure his rod. How gladly will I Write those lines, But Emma thou must bear their faults ; I cannot claim perfection here, But in high Heaven 'twill be my lot. Is it not sweet to bow the knee, And pour our prayers before the throne ; ^ And know that they together rise. And that they are byJesus own'd ? Is it not manna to the soul, To hear the Gospel in its pow'r ; To build by faith in Jesus' love, And know 'tis our accepted hour? Who though the powers of darkness wait. And round us cast their fearful thrall ; Yet let our faith in triumph rise, Our God is greater than them all. The armour that he clothes us with, Grows but the brighter through their rage ; The glorious shield of living faith, Uan aii xiieir iiuicusi WTu,i,ii ^^li^w^c. i 58 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Then let us throw our doubts aside, From depths of grace to deeper grow ; Though doubts and fears obscure our way Yet to the arms of Jesus go. '< Yes, as the children of a king," As those who hope to wear a crown ; Be valiant at our God's command, And strive to raise his great renown. Our only wish to spread his praise, And make the hearts of men his home ; 'Till by the conquer'd pow^r of death, He opes the passage to our home. H ! 59 THE SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDEON. Composed on hearing Mr. B., lecture on Temperance, Jan. 15,IS44 Yes with that sword whh Samson's strength, Tear all his reasons from the foe ; All Nature and all Nature's God Are join'd to lay the Demon low. His strongest towers now threat to fall, And soon they'll sink in infamy ; If all the Temp'rance heralds stand, Unshaken at their posts like thee. . To bid the drunkard burst his chain, And make the fallen strong and free ; To shout where Temperance banners rise. The Sword of God and Gideon see. To raise the moral standard high, To quench the dark streams burning fk)W ; To bind in never yielding chain, The crime that ev'ry crime doth sow. Bat not in dark Oblivion's chain, Too good to seal the tyrant's doom ; But write it on historic page, With all its blackness, all its gloom. And when the good, the brave, the trne, That scorn'd his wrath, are silent laid ; The noble bands of after years Will triumph thro' their faithful aid. And when the Gospel gathers all Within its reign, that cannot cease ; One Miglity? Glorious, Temp'rance band, Will own this beauteous world in peaee. I i II 60 THE ROSE. Written for a Friend on a given subject A rose my Harriet thou hast seen, In many a poet's line ; But yet I will at thy request, Now place it in my rhyme. Doth it not yield a rich perfume. More lasting than its bloom ; As merit that survives the dead And gilds the silent tomb. Thus then from Nature's flow'ry reign, May we not something learn ; And merit though in humble guise With candid minds discern. The Tulip varied, sprightly, gay. Attracts the passing eye ; But what remains when pass'd its hour, And all its colours fly. The lily, modest, graceful, fair, Like some superior mind ; With dignity not pride it stands A moral for mankind. The Minionette no beauty claims, To feast the eager sight ; Yet lovelier is its humble worth Than many a flow'ret bright. THE ROSE. The Violet lowly, gentle, sweet, Unconscious of its grace ; It knows not that its azure hue With that of heav'n has place. The Heartsease little faithful flower, Its ev'ry colour keeps ; When gentle Zephyr waves his wing, Or when rude Boreas sweeps. But Harriet, in the rose we see, Scent, colour, form, combin'd ; May more than all the rose's worth Be planted in thy mind ! Yes, Harriet, may the image bright, Be clearly seen in thee ; Of Him who groan'd on Calvary, And died for thee and me. 61 I ! i Ji if I 62 TO E. B. Elizabeth when Harriet claims, The biooiniiig rose tiom me ; What otliei ilowret is there leit, To send a verse to thee. I'll o-ive the first wild tiower of Sprin-, 'so gentle, sweet and fair ; Uprais'd from its tone wintry bed, By Spring's first balmy air. ;hen with the Violet's innocence, ' Its o-eiitle worth has place ; Jnconscious that it is the tirst, Of all the forest's race. The Hyacinth so beautiful. So fearless shall be thine ; The Snow-drop to thy roseate i ii aud The Liiach, Eglantine. The Pink, thy garland too shall deck, With ail its c^olours bright; The Morniiig-Glory welcoming The Sun's arising light. And more' than all those iiow'rete worth, And a more lastino- name Be thhie, Elizabeth, through Ine, In death, a nobler name. And mayst thou with thy Harriet, And all thou lov 'st arise ; Triumphant from the tomb of deatn, To mansions hi the skies. Jamavj 1844. 63 TO MR?. .T. H., ON THE BIRTH OF HER DAUGHTER. A mother's eacred care is tliine, A holy cliarge to thee is ^Iven ; Another tie to claim thy prayers, And bid thee seek the path of heav'n. Around thy Daughter's infant head, May guardian Angels ever tend ; May virtue grace her early years, And piety till life shall end. Tlie flowers of Spring will soon appear, The ieaves once more adorn the trees ; Nature will wear her vernal robe. Dearer thy blossom is than these. The dowers will fade, the leaves will fall, The vernal robe will disappear ; In glowing life no more to bloom. When winter rushes on the year. Rut in a Spring that knows no end, Adorn'd in robes of spotless light ; Thy Daughter may at last appear, When broken is death's transient night. If snatch'd in infancy away. From dark'ning clouds of ill to come ; 0, cherish not ! repining grief, The Saviour's bosom is her home. 64 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. If spar'd to thee, be it thy care To train her for the courts of day ; The sure reward, the certain hope Of all who tireless choose the way. Immanuel seal'd in lines of blood, In agony on Calvary ; And by the storm his soul that filPd, When prostrate in Gethsemane. May happiness be thine through life, The christian's hope to soothe thy breast ; Beyond the tomb a fadeless crown, In Christ an everlasting rest ! Spring, 1844. 65 TO MR. AND MRS. 11. on their aeparture to ^.V^.^i^ Ch.stl.n M.sion, .nly U^l Amid the Western wiiaemess, Columbia's natives roam ; Inst,ruction\s li-lit is cold and dim, In their lone ancient home. Where once the Indian's Chieftain rul'd, The White man prondly reigns ; The Red men fade from earth away, Before the stranger's claims. Forgotten is the resting place, Of Warriois fiercely V^rave ; The song of vict'ry swells no more, O'er their once forest grave. Low are the deep wild forests laid, That long in grandeur smd'd ; Where once the Indian cabin stood, There is the marble pil'd. From many a nobly vaulted roof. The nobler anthem peal'd ; And men in worship bow'd to God, ^nd sought his will reveai'd. But darker grew the cloud of gloom. Above the Indian's head ; And error npon error pil'd, His wand'ring footsteps led. 66 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, ll if¥ 'Till rous'd at last, the Church of God, From sinful slumb'ring woke ; With power, and zeal, and faith, and love. To lift the heathen's yoke. Strong with the self-denying band, Who bear ImmanuePs cross ; And for his love divinely fair. Count all earth's treasures dross. To spread amidst the Western wilds. The breath of Gospel peace ; As in the North your voice was heard Commanding sin to cease. Is it your firm, your high resolve, Unmov'd by toil or pain ? Then go : the Prii.^e of Peace is nigii To cherish and sustain. Go add new jewels to the crown, Prepar'd for you on high ; That much may be your praise of God, When free to seek the sky. And in the glorious realms of love, 0, may I meet with you ;. To sound the wonders of his grace. In son";s forever new. « Treasures I cannot wish you more, Than Jesus can bestow ; 11 IS love the recompense of all, V You sufler here below* 67 TO MISS J. A., MRS. H'S SISTER. Jane, in that fai land whence you go, The flowers will bloon as fair, And soft will be the breath of spring, As in thy native air. And rich will be the deep'ning shade Of fore.sts widely spread, The vine will love to weave its bower Of beauty o'er your head. Descending from their moitntain height, Through many wand'rings led. The rivers of the west will pour, To seek their ocean bed. The sun will cast his setting rays, Upon the floating cloud, And sink in glorious light away, Beneath his ev'ning shroud. The moon will rise in majesty, The stars will gild the sky. But friends, connexions long endear'd,. There will not meet^hine eye. Changes upon thy native spot, Will pass as time rolls by. And o'er the mem'ry of the lov'd. Oblivion's shades must lie. II 68 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Then seek that power that well can shield Thy head through ev'iy woe, Resolv'd to meet w^ith those aboYe, "* So dearly lov'd below. We part, but yet our prayers can rise,. To God's celestial hill. Be it our aim through life to do,. His just and holy will. That when our pilgrimag-e is done;, Our spirits may ascend, To give Immanuol honors due,, Our being's glorious end. Whikhunh, Mlh l^'^- 69 LINES WRITTEN FOR MRS. E. K. • Long promis'd, long delay'd this verse to thee, But now begun, what shall the subject be, Not the loud thunder the' I hear it crash, •I, And not the light'ning tho' I see it flash, ' And not the forest tho' I love its shade. And not the streamlet winding through the glade. And not all nature tho' so good and fair, A higher nobler theme shall be my care* 'Tis nature's God that bids the thunder crash, 'Tis nature's God that bids the lightnings flash, ^Tis nature's God who keeps the forest's pride, 'Tis nature's God who guides the streamlet's tide y Yet once in Bethlehem low his head was laid, Once in Gethsemane he groan M and pray'd, Once on the cross he bow'd his head and died, Siain by his creatures' daring impious pride, He laid his glory not his power aside. Hast thou not felt it in temptation's tide ? How lost is man how sunken and how vile, Till rais'd from nature through ImmanuePs smilel Then seeks the soul for wisdom's healing balm,. • Then faith beholds the crown of promise beam, And tho' temptation's billows loudly rave, Beholds above the flood the arm to save. And may that arm be thine through life's dark sea. For well I know its trials wait on thee, . 1 I II 7a MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. But Still in faitli go on nor ere give o'er Till conqueror at last thou gain'st the shore ; The cross with patience borne, ensures the crown, May faith be tliine the fear of man to drown, And with the children that thy God has given, And all thou lovest mayst thou meet in heaven ; And wilt thou pray that when the thunders roll, And God-s fierce lightning pierces to the pole — When in the heavens the great white throne appear,s. And earth gives up the dead of long past years, That with Immanuers chosen I may rise, In spotless robes to hail him in the skies. 71 HE NEVER BOWED TO PRAY The hand of death is on him, The spirit will not stay, His kindred weeping round him stanii, Yet none can bow to pray ! The friends of former years have come. Have to his couch found way, And many are the gathered band, But yet^^not one to pray ! Once youthful years and strength were his, And health's enhv'ning ray, And friends that seem'd to love him well Y^et taught him not to pray ! He i2:rew to manhood's fair estate. Earth's hope adorn'd his way, The treasures of the world were his. But did he ever pray ? His health decay 'd, his hopes were borne By rolling years away. And sorimv mark'd his brow witn care, But did he ever pray ? The w^eariness of age came on. Death eao-er seized his prey, Of all the friends he made through IdC; There was not one to pray ! No radiant hope the livino? clieer'd, When they bore to earth away, UnblessM his search of happiness. He never bow'd to pray I 1S41. 72 ONTHE DEATHOF MRS. J. F. From sin and sorrow freed, Her pilgrimage is run, Redemption's mighty work is seaPd Salvation's conquest won. There were lov'd ones to weep, Around the lowly bier. But holy, bless'd, immortal hope Was there to soothe and cheer. The graces of the christian, Adorn'd her dying breath, And threw the halo o'er her brow, Of peaceful hope in death. Around the holy's bed, In glory's bright array. The angel bands are gather'd To bear the soul away. Then when the spirit soars, To seek its place of rest. Why should the left in sorrow mourn ? As though of hope bereft. • Thou didst not weep kind parent, Fur life was known to thee. And thy deep faith, thy spirit told, 'Twas better to be free. ON THE DEATH OF MRS. J. F. A raiisom'd child in heav'ii, A child from sorrow free, A child Uiat knew what anguish was, Was haiPd with joy by thee. That son- of triumph deep. Ascended up on higii, And rolPd in gladness, long and deep, Through eternity's fair sky. Would that ever o'er the dead ! Such bounding hope might be, And faith's celestial balm to tell. Of doubtless victory. '.*] 74 N I G H r . 'Tia night,, and all is Imsli'd, Save tlie wind that murmurs by ; The cloudless moon in silvery light Is gliding on the sky. How sweet the solemn stillness, How pure the balm it breathes ; And lovely is the placid thought. That round the spirit wreathes. Night is the hour for holy thought, In thrilling power to rise, And trace the depths of loveliness, That mantles on the skies. To look beyond the radiance That gilds the hour of night, To where a fairer glory beams, Oi uncreated light. The wretched, on the lonely night. Can pour his sorrows forth, Its majesty and loneliness, Then own'd in all its worth. And' round the happy can the night Its glad'ning freshness twine ; Then can the mind adore the light That graces virtue's shrine. ' NIGHT. •75 L Upon the brow that posy's wreath, With fairest laurels crown ; Has not the mild night aided much To cast the just renown. To those who seek for glory's path, Is not night's quiet sweet ; When in some solitude they bow. With thee, O Lord ! to meet. W^as not the night made beautiful, That the soul might bow to thee ; When all the day's wild dreams are past, And the heart from toil is free. The night is c\x)wn'd with beauty, I love its silence deep -, The calmness of its hallow'd hour May I ever sacred keep. Tho' sorrows gather round me, The night will slill be mine ; And in its stillness, beauty, Lord, My will shall bow to thine. J50pi«mber, 1844. 76 --=1 MRS. F. IIEMANS. Upon thy memory I love to dwell, The mistress of the soul-entrancing spell ; Pure, beautiful, and deep, thy fervent thought To fancy's dreams of thrilling beauty wrought. A woman thou, yet gifted whh a mind Of noble genius, and of taste refined : For, Hemans, thou didst bow to nature's voice, And in her artless loveliness rejoice ; And thou couldst bid thy strain in grandeur roll^ Fill'd with ihe treasur'd feelings of the soul; And thou hast feU in solitude and night The germs of genius bursting into light ; And thou hast traced the soul's enkindling power. And marked the mind to &trength,and beauty tower. Still unforgotten is the place by me, When sooth'd to calmness by thy minstrelsy ; I fear'd with other thought, to break the charm. That then I wished my soul might ever warm ; Then first the vision waken'd in my mind. To seek for thought by beauty's powder sublim'd j Still has it wrapt my soul with binding power- Still may it wrap until my latest hour. ! may I make the Saviour's beauty mine, And all His image in my heart enshrine. That purity of thought may still be mine : -r-i • •''• 1 -i >i- Amc^YY^ ]'^\r^ lirrlit liVft thine. Tiio' gined nut wiiii arear;:.-iiiiv/ iig,^- - > Thou lovely minstrel of the harp's sweet tone, ,. 'D MRS. F. HEMANS. 4 t f Plaintive, and clear, and deep, and soft, and lone ; Now glory's beanty ponrs upon thy soul, Thy once high strain in nobler numbers roll- Immortal numbers, fit for thee to raise In holy triumph in Emanuel's praise ; Around thy brow, the laurel graceful wreathes, And Barton's veise thy well-earned praises breathes ; And I would add unto thy just renown, Tho' fairer radiance adorns thy crown. Than if the treasures of the world were given To match one gem that now is thine in heaven. 78 i!t THE RAINBOW. The Patriarch stood amidst the fearful Wreck of an old world— around were strewn The sad remains of that which once had life ; Sad thoughts rose in his bosom, for he knew That in himself, and in his children lurk'd The seeds of sin and sorrow, that might rise Again to mountains, and again call down The eyes of Purity to look on man ; The mighty deep, again might call to deep, The heavens gather blackness. Must they live, And fear whene'er the storm arose, And fear whene'er the thunder roll'd, And fear the lightning when it flashed on high, And look with terror on the deep, and fear— For God had made no covenant with man, That o'er his errors he would cast the veil Of pard'ning mercy. Where, then, the trust On which to lean, amidst a world replete With mighty elements of cloud and storm ? The morning pass'd, and noon ascended high, And evening came in robes of light and gold, And clouds of floating beauty. The Patriarch Look'd up :— " Behold I set my bow upon the cloud, The token of my covenant with thee, And with thy race ; and when I bring A cloud upon the earth, then will I draw Mv bow upon it, and remember man." Then rose the Patriarch's soul in holy trust : His God !— his father's God !— a God of mercy still ! t 19 f CORAL ISLANDS. They lie In beauty on the southern seas, The Coral Islands, buildedby a worm, Girt in by reef on reef amidst the deep Of mighty ocean's deeply sounding wave, And bless'd by heaven for there the Cocoa waves, The bread fruit grows there, oriential flowers, Unheeded spring, in loveliness and light. Wonder of nature, as if the voice had said. Lands will I make me in the mighty dee? ; A worm shall do my bidding, and behold The kingly coral builds its line of rock Unto the topmost wave, and then expires ; And thus perchance in after years may spread, Beneath the middle sun, a continent Subscribing ocean's bounds-how differmg In its fair beauty from all other lands, Where now like gems upon some glorious crown The Coral Isles on ocean's bosom rest. Fearless in thy great task—slight ocean worm, Whilst round the play the monsters of the deep : But thou art safe within thy rocky home For ever building isles at God's command. Amidst those islands God hath built his churcli, And He hath bless'd it and will bless it still With knowledge and instruction, wisdom high. With ev'ry good and ev'ry perfect gift ; TViora win thft fnllftn heathen rise to God And claim the mind that was in Christ the Lord. 80 . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 0, glorious privilege ! 0, bless'd indeed ! To see the heathen and their children come, With the great name upon their forehead drawn ; " The jewels Thou hast given me, my God !" Will then the faithful missionary sing, « T give them back to Thee ; for they are thine ; For thou hast bought them, even as for me Thou paid'st the price of thy redeeming love." Forgetlring all of self to gaze on Christ, And the high glory that he will reveal ; How worthy of contention then is Heaven, If but to see the heathen clair" their place. Redeemed, brought up from ev'ry coral isle. Then on ! thou mighty builder of the deep, Line upon line, bai ac^r on barrier build: Fill up the ocean. Coral v/orm, with isles, To be the resting of the Church of God. And Oh ! thou king of earth bow humbly down, The crown of ocean's worm exceeds thine own. i!^ I 81 .. MARY MAGDALENE. She wak'd at length, the wanderer midst the tombs, Frc.ri the dark night the seven fold chahi of woe, To the deep mystery of being wak'd At Jesu's foet, to wash them with her tears ; And e'er the memory of that long night Of woe and anguish passM away forever, The song of Mary's heart rose up to heaven. I heard thy voice in its deep pity pour'd, Jesus of Nazareth, when round my soul The snare of evil gather'd : then I knew Not thee, nor life, nor holiness, nor truth, Whilst wilder darkness o'er my helpless head, Gathered its horrors. Yet, thou wouldst have sav'd Me even then, from woe and guilt and shame ; But I have sinned, how deeply, deeply sinned, Thou only knowest, my father's God! Lifting rebellious arm against thy mercy. And made thv temple all unclean, imclean ! But Jesus, thou hast mark'd thy weary wanderer, Thy light hath pierc'd my darkness : thou hast let Mary bow down her head into the dust To wash thy feet with tears, annoint thy head For burial. my Saviour! thou hast call'd Me blessed— I, the vilest of the vile ! Hast made my name a monument of hope To those who shall from error look to thee, 82 MISCELLANEOUS TOEMS. From woe as fearful as my soul hath known, And thou wilt love them— even as thy love Hath hfted me above the waves of darkness ; Thy smile was bent upon me, when the gates. The living gates gave way to make thee welcome^ And thou ascended to thy father's throne ; Still Jesus smile, and lowly at thy feet Will Mary Magdalene weep and pray ; And Mary's song grew deep in light and truth, Till Jesus saw the perfect image given. Then fled the weary wanderer to the throne Above all accusation and all fear. ■h ; 8S ^ THE FLOWERS. ^g At the early breatli of spring They came vvWi gentle grace, Lovingly and faithfully To fill their lowly place. Telling with voice of love, Of innocence and joy, Pouring holiest truth, Tho' pass'd unheeded by. A power was in their song, A deep yet gentle power. The breeze its fragrance gathered From the young forest bower. Ar5d bore it far away, As rn holy hymn on high, E'er another race sprung up, Where early blossoms die. On, on through summer's hours, Each in its beauty's light, Cheering the Avanderer's way, Healing the spirit's blight. For fluwers have power to teach The mind that bow^s lo Icrjrn, A lesson true and deep But yet not sad or stern. 84 ' MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. The sighing winds of Autumn Have swept the summer's crown, And tremblingly the forest, Its glory casteth down. The flowers bow to die, They hide within the tomb. But tranquil is the sleep That shall know another bloom. They shall waken at his word. Who giveth their array ; They will come again with gladness, To cheer the wanderer's way. 'I .'St' / € 85 THE CALL OF ANGELS. They have come from highest glory, The bands of heavenly light, With hearts of angel pity, To gaze upon thy night. They v/hisper in the silent hour, And through the midnight deep : <' Awake ! poor fallen one, awake ! From error's fearful sleep I " Awake ! and hear our message We are sent to bid thee rise, Lest another claim the kingdom That waits thee in the skies. <^ Awake ! e'er yet the summons Shall call us whence w^e came ; Scorn not the weeping mercy That would lift thee from thy shame. " Hark ! 'tis the waiting anthem, Among the bless'd and free ; Awake ! that its sweet gladness May rise, and rise for thee !" 86 " .A THE MORNING CHORUS. It is music !— it is music ! Pour'd forth in wildest lay Upon the early freshness Of morning's dawning ray. List ! list !— how well, how cheerfully The choir is fill'd w^ith song ; The notes of pensive sweetness, Entwin'd with joys, prolong. There is no strain of sorrow^ ; Each w^arbler's note of joy Ascendeth in its gladness To heaven, without alloy. And now the morning bringeth The glory of its light : And vanisheth the darkness, And shadows of the night. Yet still the chorus ringeth Fiom the tenants of the wild : How happy ! ! how happy ! Is ev'ry forest child. But yet with brighter glory, The sun ascendeth high : And dtinketh up the dew drops From flowers of summer joy. t ) '' THE MORNING CIIOHUS. 'Tis hushM, the clear wild chorus, The hymn ia o'er : away ! Thus echoeth the scatter'd notes Upon the distant spray. Away ! for other duties This day must see us fill : That round each chosen home of love Joy ! joy ! may circle still. Away ! until the evening Brings on the dewy night : And deeper gratitude shall ha il The morning's rising light. .87 4 ) I 88 MY GRANDFATHER'S DEATH. His course is firiish'd, and he sleeps Where all the wearied find their rest ; But hope bends o'er our father's dust, And bids us call his slumbers blest. Yes ! bless'd, because the peace of God On his last hours of anguish, smil'd 5 And his deep patience of the soul, Did honor to the Saviour's child. The Saviour's child ! O blessed word ! To plead above his lonely grave, And that high power that him redeem'd, Can thee from all thy sorrows save. For thou art lonely, well we know, And oft times sorrowful and sad, Nor can young minds that round thee move, Know how to make thy heart be glad. How happy 'tis that our life's span Not oft exceedeth threescore years, For what is left when loved ones die. But loneliness and sighs and tears. But youth in her.ven shall be renew'd, The grave not long its dead contain ; And th' fair fount of gospel truth Can purify from cv'ry stain. 1 MY grandfather's DEATH .89 That heaven of love is now the home Of him who was thy partner here ; Then let this hope with holy balm Thy wearied-witlowed spirit cheer. Immanuel will thy heart renew, Will with his righteousness array ; The prayer of humble fervent faith Will ever to his throne find way. Heaven be thy home, its fadeless joys Be thine, when thou from earth art free: This is the wish, Grandmother dear, Thy children's children wish for thee. 4 \ ^.... > ^^ F O 7 Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN . '^^ '^"x%^ "^ Ci^ mmmm^iK^ ^ n-jjaiw- 1. .»pi.<. — . ' ww ■ 92, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Oh may thou rise again, Beyond the reach of pain ; Where death may never sever Thy cherish'd ones again. > i ^v 1^ V> CONTENTS. _ Page. 3 Preface, ^ Dedication, ' g Universal spread of the Gospel, ^^ The Refuge, ^g The Dying Chief, ^^ The Death Bed, ^^ Saladin, ; " ' _ * ' og Lines on the Death of Mr. I. T. B., ^^ Stanzas,. ....-•" ^q On the Death of E. H., ^^ The Meteor, " ^g How Beautiful they are, Summer Evening Reflections, ^^ Lines, to Miss S. W., ^^ Lines, to Mr. and Mrs. S., ^^ Lines to a Little Boy, ^^ Trust in God, ^^ Supplication, ' ^ Temperance Lines, To a Sister, ^rj To a Friend, at her request, The Sword of the Lord and of Gideon, ^^ The Rose, ^2 To E. B., g3 To Mrs. J. H., gg To Mr. and Mrs. H., - • To Miss J. A., Mrs. H's Sister, ? CONTENTS. Lints written for Mrs. E. K., 69 He never bowed to pray, 71 On the death of Mrs. J. F., 72 Night, 74 Mrs. F. Hernans, 76 The Rainbow, 78 The Coral Islands, 79 Mary Magxlalene, 81 The Flowersj 83 The Call of Angels, 85 The Morning Chorus, 86 My Grandfather's death, • • ^ On the death of C. P., 90 Contents, 93 ) 69 71 72 74 76 78 79 81 83 85 86 88 90 93 ERRATA. Page 36, for Mr. I. T. B., read Mrs. J. T. B. The last two verses on page 40 belong to the Stan- zas on page -8. The last verse on page 44 and those on page 45 belong to the verses on page 40. The last verse on page 38 and the two on page 39 belong to the verses on page 44. Page 17, line 9th, for William read Williams. Publisher's Note.— The abDve corrections, with the exception of the last, are a deviation from the Manuscript oiiginally furnished, and would have been made ere the form was struck off had it not been for the absence of the Authoress from the City. 1