I THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES ' • >> \ I ^^ ^ - /$^/* /^ ^ . CYy^ ^^ //. / ^/^ r.J^' /6\^ (h POETICAL PIECES. POETICAL PIECES, CHIEFLY ON DEVOTIONAL AND MORAL SUBJECTS. BY HUGH HUTTON, M. A. CHISWICK: ^rinrsti bi) ®. a®I)ttting;I}nm. PUBLISHED BY It. HUNTER, 72, ST. PAUL's CHURCHY AKD, L()M>()\ ; A\U J. ALLKN AND CO. 3, COLMOIU. IKUV, BlK.MINtiHAM. 1830. lEnteicti (n Stationers' I^all. 4-sir /830 In presenting to the Public this little Volume, the product of some of his leisure hours, the Author pretends not to offer them any work of genius, or any specimen of laboured composition. To the produc- tion of the former, he knows himself to be unequal : for an attempt at the latter, neither his occupations, nor his habits, permit him to cherish the inclination. He ventures, however, to indulge the hope, that the importance of the sentiments introduced in a simple dress, into these " P feces," and their intimate relation to some of the noblest duties and highest interests of rational be- ings, may recommend his little work to tJie 775474 VI candid reader, as a not unsuiUiJ:)le companion of the serious, meditative hour. Much of the Author's happiness, for several years past, has been derived from his connexion with the rehgious society, whom it is his duty and honour to serve. He therefore dedicates this Vohnne TO THK MEMBERS OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH ASSEMBLING AT THK OLD MEETING-HOUSE, BIRMINGHAM, AS A TOKEN OF HIS SINCERE AND GRATEFLL ATTACHMENT. Edgbaston, Jan. 1, 1830. CONTENTS. Page God is every -where 1 Hymn, from the Ninetieth Psalm — " Jehovah, Ihou art still our home" 4 Devotion The Sceptic and the Christian 7 Hymn, from Job xxxviii. — " Frail man was not, ^^ hen God," &c 8 The Scriptures 10 Social Worship 11 Hymn, from Psalm cxvi. — " Thee will I love, all-gracious God" 12 The Abode of Peace 14 Religious Integrity Ki The Mourner comforted by the Gospel 18 Reflection on Proverbs vi. 27 20 God's Presence in Affliction 21 The Voice of Warning 22 Meditations on Matthew xxvi. 30 — 46 23 The Divine Beneficence the Exemplar of Christian Charity 25 The Delusion of Sin 27 A Midnight Meditation 2!( The Past 3 i The Vicissitudes of Life ; a Winter Reflection 'S'.i The Resurrection 3.) Noah's Prayer of Sacrifice 37 Hymn — " Great God of truth ! dispense thine aid" 41 Vlll Page The Warrior's Farewell to his Sword .... 42 The Prophecy of Babylon 45 The Lust Tree of Babylon 48 Hymn — " Lord of all ! to thee we raise" .■> I Lines, written after having witnessed the Dying Mo- ments of an endeared young Friend 52 Death and Immortality 54 Hymn for the Young — " Kind Father of the human race" 50 Withered Blossoms 58 Hymn for New Year's Day . . (il Hope (i4 Aspirations of a Christian G5 The True Refuge CO Hymn for the Young — " Behold the sower's jjrudent toil" CSS Hymn for the Young — " Almighty Parent of our race" 70 Hymn for the Children of a Charity School — " Humble and poor may be our lot" 71 A Sketch from Nature 7;{ The Mother 75 Hymn — " God in mercy's ways rejoices" 77 The Fear of God 79 Epitaph by Lord Hailes, translated 82 Fragment— On the Visits of Death bA A Character, from Job xx 8(1 A Remonstrance, on Beauty's Change Sb The Prisoner's Meditation ID POETICAL PIECES. GOD IS EVERY-WHERE. Oh ! shew me where is He, The high and holy One, To whom thon bend'st the knee, And pray'st, " Thy will be done!" I hear thy voice of praise. And lo ! no form is near ; Thine eyes I see thee raise, But where doth God appear ? Oil teach me who is God, and where his glories shine, That T may kneel and pray, and call thy Father mine. Gaze on that arch above — The glitt'nn<>- vault admire! Who taught those orl)s to move? Who lit their ceaseless fire? ^V'ho guides the moon, to run In silence through the skies? Who bids that dawning sun In strength and beauty rise? There view immensity ! — behold, my God is there— The sun, the moon, the stars his majesty declare ! See, where the mountains rise ; W^here thund'ring torrents foam ; W^here, veil'd in low'ring skies. The eagle makes his home ! Where savage nature dwells. My God is present too — Through all her wildest dells His footsteps I pursue : He rear'd those giant cliffs — supplies that dashing stream — Provides the daily food, which stills the wild bird's scream. Look on that world of waves. Where finny nations glide ; Within whose deep, dark caves. The ocean monsters hide ! His pow'r is sovei*eign there. To raise — to quell the storm ; The depths his bounty share, Where sport the scaly swarm : Tempests and calms obey the same almighty voice, Which rules the earth and skies, and bids the world rejoice. Nor eye, nor thought can soar. Where moves not he in might; He swells the thunder's roar. He spreads the wings of night. Oh, praise the works divine ! Bow down thy soul in pray'r ; Nor ask for other sign. That God is every-where — The viewless Spirit he — immortal, holy, bless'd — Oh, worshi}) him in faith, and find eternal rest ! B 3 HYMN. FROM THE NINETIETH PSAI.IM. Jehovah ! thou art still our home. Where'er our weary footsteps roam ; Thou wast our fathers' help and guide. And wilt our children's stay abide. Before the mountains had their birth, Before arose the fertile earth, Before the planets roll'd on high — Ev'n thou didst fill eternity. And through eternity thy throne Shall stand unchang'd, supreme, alone To thee, the ages time doth count — A moment seems their vast amount. Thou say'st to man, " Return to clay !" And straight his vigour fades away ; Swift as a dream doth pass at morn. Or mote, that bears the torrent's scorn. Frail as the grass Avhicli greets the dawn. In waving beauty on the lawn, But cut at even withering lies — His health departs — he droops and dies. Our longest term is quickly past ; Our strength to sorrow turns at last : And life with i-apid seasons goes — A tale which hastens to its close. Great God of wisdom ! ere we sink. Or tremble on destruction's brink. Teach us our frail estate to see — Teach us to spend our years with thee. Oh ! let thy mercy early rise. Like morning's beams which glad the skies. To chase all glooms and fears away. And gild with peace our closing day. Inspire our hearts the truth to own, — We live and joy in thee alone — And let our children know the same. Rejoicing in Jehovah's name. 6 Thou prosperest each holy deed. In wliicii (jur arms of flesh succeed; Thine is the beauty — thine the might — Whose presence fills our way with li^ht. DEVOTIOX. Each care disniiss'd, each passion still'd, My soul rejoices to be free ; And with devotion's ardour fill'd, It soars to dwell, g-reat God, with thee. Thy peerless glories fix its gaze — Now earth's attractions lose their charm ; Its hopes, its love, thy mercies raise. Thy frown alone can strike alarm. Still let me feel this holy joy. In faith to worship, fear, and love ; And let no blight of earth destroy This promise of the bliss above. THE SCEPTIC AXD THE CHRISTIAN. Toss'd on the world's wide sea of storms, How helpless toils the sceptic's bark ! No ardent faitli the region warms ; The course is rough — the way is dark. He views no beacon-light on high. No pilot's skilful hand is nigh ; But doubt stands trembling at the helm, Till bursting waves the l)ark o'erwhelm. See, where the Christian bends his way ! Though wildest tempests swell around. He follows heav'n's directing ray. Which points where safety's port is found. Fearless he steers as God commands. From passion's rocks and pleasure's strands ; Hope cheers his spirits through the strife. And bears him on to endless life. H HYMN. FROM JOB XXXVIII. Frail man was not, when God outstretdi'd O'er cliaos dark his mighty hand, Fix'd the foundations of the earth, And l)ound the sea to his command : " Thus far in freedom shalt thou come. But here shall thy proud waves he stay'd :" Obedient to the voice divine, Back roU'd the waters, still'd, afraid. And the young morning heard his word. Which bade him rise the earth to cheer. And lead the day-spring in his train. Companion of his bright career. The new-born orbs of beaming light Sang praises to creative love ; And joy burst forth from nature's breast, Ere human tongue had pow'r to move. Wlio, but the Lord, directs the winds;' Or points the winged lightning's way ? The rolling planets own his laws, And glad creation feels his sway. Thyself, O man, his creature art ; From dust didst rise, in dust shalt fall ; Resign each thought of pride, and serve ^^'ith lowly heart the God of all. B 3 10 THE SCRIPTURES. Still let me love the sacred page. Where truths from heav'n recorded lie ; That while I tread this mortal stage, I may be taught to live and die. Still let me bind it to my heart. The richest jewel I can wear; That when all other charms depart, Its lustre still may sparkle there. Father ! thy truth shall be my guide ; Thy promises my soul shall cheer; And when by sin or sorrow tried. Oh ! let thy smile dispel my fear. 11 SOCIAL WORSHIP. Cares and toils of earth forsaking, Here our souls have sacred rest, Joys at heav'nly springs partaking. Springs which cleanse and sooth the breasl. Here, engag'd in sweet devotion. How our hearts their woes forget! Distant far the world's commotion, Hush'd the murmurs of regret ! Pray'r our inmost thoughts refining, Raiseth our desires on high ; — Duty, honour, bliss combining — Strength'ning ev'ry moral tie. Thus in pray'rs and hopes united. While we praise our Father's love. By his word of promise lighted. We advance to realms above. 12 HYMN. A PARAPHRASE OF PARTS OF PSALM CXVL Thee will I love, all-gracious God ! Because thou lieard'st my cry. When heavily affliction's rod Upon my soul did lie. Around me pains and sorrows press'd; Wide yawn'd the threat'ning grave — But faith in thee inspir'd my breast. And whisper'd — He can save ! The Lord is gracious — he is just — His mercy triumphs still ; He yet will raise thee from the dust. And all thy hopes fulfil ! Return, my soul, unto thy rest ! Thy God hath chas'd thy fears ; From urgent death thou art releas'd, ' And dried thy flowing tears. 13 In deep adversity, I found . The world's professions vain ; Its friendship but a hollow sound ; But thou didst sooth my pain. What ofF'ring shall my soul present- AVliat sacrifice prepare, Before tlie Lord omnipotent. For all his tender care? The off 'ring of an humble mind Within thy courts I'll place ; And shew a heart to thee resign'd. In presence of my race. The sacrifice of grateful praise My tongue shall freely give; And still its noblest anthems raise. To God who bids me live. Uh come, ye people, whom the Lord Hath tauglit to trust his grace ; With me his acts of love "record. And Ijow before his face. 14 THE ABODE OF PEACE. Roam no more in search of peace — Here let all thy wand'rings cease; This is meek Religion's home. Rest thee here, nor longer roam. Doubts and fears thy path surround. When thou leav'st this hallow'd ground ; Darkness o'er thy journey lies. Hiding dang-ers from thine eyes. Think not, thou canst ever rest. Where the passions vex the breast ; Turn from worldly haunts thy care — What thou seekest is not there. Rest thee here, from perils free. Where no strife can follow thee : Here survey the only scene. Ever cheerful, safe, serene. lo Hope and joy around prevail. Fruits of faith, which never fail ; God protects the holy place. Ever present with his grace. Life's worn pilgrim ! stay thy feet — Welcome to this blest retreat ! Cast thy sori'ows all away — Here thy strength shall ne'er decay. 16 RELIGIOUS INTF.GRITY. . What has the man to hope or fear. From mortal pow'rs and eartlily scenes. Who serves his God with heart sincere, And firmly on his promise leans ! Fir'd by the glories heaven reveals. His soul to unseen joys aspires ; A holy charm his bosom feels, And ev'ry earth-born care retires. Changeless the object of his love — Each bright seduction he repels : His fears, his hopes, all rest above — His heart with God for ever dwells. Behold the charm, the secret pow'r. Which keeps his soul unliarm'd and free; His safeguard in temptation's hour. His solace when life's comforts flee. 17 Force cannot bend, nor vice enthral. Nor pleasure win, nor woes subdue. Nor death, with terrors arm'd, appal The soul to God and virtue true. Christian ! 'tis thine, the cross to bear. With meekness, firmness, on thy way, Tn duty's cause all foes to dare — The God thou servest, will repay. Follow the patient .Jesus on. To realms of joy, through scenes of gloom ; Though dark the night, there comes a dawn. Immortal life succeeds the tomb. 18 THE ^^lOURNER COMFORTED BY THE GOSPEL " Tliat ve sorrow not, even as otlic-rs who lia\ e no Iiope." Oh child of sorrow ! raise thine eye. Thus sadly bending o'er thy woes ; Behold, where Mercy from on high Descends, to give thy breast repose ! Weep not, as hopeless mourners do. Who trust to nature's light alone : Ruins of time and death they view. And 'midst the dreary prospect groan. Weep not like them ! Faith points thy gaze, Beyond weak reason's farthest scope. To brighter scenes than earth displays. And bids thy drooping soul to hope. 19 Weep not the tears oi w ild despair, AMien conscious guilt alarms thy breast; Behold the Gospel's message there, — " Sinner, repent, and be at rest !" Nor munn'ring weep, when pleasure dies, And fancied joys thy grasp elude : Kind is thy Father, — kind as wise, — He gives, — withholds, — and all for good. Weep not, when storms thy course assail, AVhen sorrow's gath'ring clouds come fast ; For struggling virtue shall prevail. And I'each her peaceful home at last. Weep not, desponding, o'er the tomb Where sleeps the friend, belov'd and lost ; Soy let the silent mansion's gloom Thy comforts and thy hopes exhaust. To these dark scenes shall light succeed. And earth shall cease, death's reign be o'er; Then friendship's wounds no more shall bleed, Affection's ties be rent no more I 20 Then tread with patient step thy way, God's faithful word thy feet shall guide; Nor fear the ills of life's short day, — Religion's comforts still abide. REFLECTION ON PROVERBS vi. 27. Canst thou embrace the fire With garments undecay'd ? Or canst thou tread, with foot unharm'd, Where blazing coals are laid ? As vainly may'st thou hope Thine innocence to save. While nursing in thy breast the wish That marks thee vice's slave. No fire more fiercely burns. Than passions fed by sin ; They virtue, peace, and hope consume. And leave a waste within. / 21 GOD'S PRESENCE IN AFFIilCTIOX. ■' Though earthly friends desert my side. And leave me in my hour of ill, I'm not alone I" the Saviour cried, " INIy Fathei*'s presence cheers me still." Thus may the Christian mourner trust. Looking to God through every care ; All other hopes may sink in dust, But not the hopes which centre there. If thou art with me, God of love ! Desei'ted shall I never be ; Nor comfortless my trials prove, For still my soul can turn to thee ! 22 THE VOICE OF WARNING. Dash from thy lips the cup of sin — There's nought but poison lies within ! Rashly thou deem'st, that only joy Can sparkle in that glittering toy : Beware — beware ! the taste is death — Already it pollutes thy breath. Clos'd be thine ear against the voice. Which bids thee drink of folly's choice; Tempting the draught — and sweet the sound- But fatal wiles in both abound. Refrain — refrain ! ere yet too late — 'Tis treach'ry lures thee to thy fate. Go, where religion beckons thee, To living waters, pure and free ; Drink of her streams — in heav'n they rise — They bring thee health, which never dies : Approach, approach ! there's safety here — Where God invites, thou need'st not fear. 23 MEDITATIONS OX MATTHEW xxvi. 3G-4H. How oft our sluggish virtues droop When all awake their pow'rs should be, Temptation's hour to meet ! As when approach'd the midnight troop, To seize the Lord, the chosen three Lay slumbering at his feet. Each moment sin besets our way ; At ev'ry point we stand expos'd To lurking dangers near : One thoughtless step may bring dismay — And soon the mortal strife is clos'd, When unmark'd foes appear. In scenes like these, 'tis vain to boast Of anns and strength as yet untried. Or heedless roam abroad ; But wise, to watch the treach'rous host, With all our armour at our side, Prepared for force or fraud. 24 When woes assail us, and we faint, And human friendships fall asleep In our dark hour of grief, One ear is open to our plaint — One pitying eye its watch doth keep — One hand can send relief. A Friend — a Father— dwells above. Who knows our frailties and our pains, And all our wants can till : Like Jesus, let us trust his love. Submissive own what he ordains. And patient wait his will. 25 THE DIVINE BENEFICENCE THE EXEMPLAR OF CHRISTIAN CHARITY, The world is bless'd by love divine — That love which bids the sun to shine, The clouds to shed the genial rain, The earth to yield the ripen'd grain : All, at its word, their gifts prepare. For creatures, thankless for its care. Wide as our Father's bounties spread, By which all nature's tribes are fed ; Free as his tender mercies flow. To feeble, sinful man below — The streams of charity sliall roll, Dispensing good from pole to pole. 26 The law of Jesus, fram'd above. Bids ev'ry bosom o;lo\v with love ; Attunes each tongue to words of peace, Beneath whose charm contentions cease ; And opes the geu'rous heart's embrace. To fold and bless the human race. Who most its holy pow'r confess. Their foes forgive, the wrong'd redress — Who in the ways of mercy tread. The seeds of peace and joy to spread — They are the sons of God on earth, And godlike deeds attest their birth. 27 THE DELUSION OF SIN. Di- CEITFUL is the light, which gleams. To cheer the slaves of sin ; Their flick'ring lamp soon wastes its beams- What terrors then begin ! Now sporting in their brightest hour, Tliey deem its joys secure; To thoughtless eyes, their scene of pow'r No cloud can e'er obscure. But see ! an adverse blast has blown, And quench'd their boasted light — How are their dazzling prospects tlown, And sunk in hopeless night ! The plots they fram'd for others' harm, Their own dark steps ensnare ; Each sound that breathes excites alarm — Each thought awakes despair. c 2 28 Tlieir dwelling-place is cliill and drear. Its hearth's last spark is spent : Behold, how chant^'d a scene is here. And, Christian, learn content ! Thy lamp, by faith and hope supplied, Gives out a steady flame. O'er life's wide sea thy course to guide. In calms and storms the same. 29 A :\nDXIGHT MEDITATION. Now in the deepest hour of night. While sinks the moon, and sleeps the wind. When light-wing'd slumbers take their flight. What solemn thoughts steal o'er the mind ! How sweet to meditate on thee, Bless'd guardian of my peaceful bed ; Before whose view night's shadows flee. Whose ami of pow'r is o'er me spread ! 'I'his hour of stillness is thine own ; No cares intrude, no passions swell— I feel myself with thee, alone. And still with thee, my God, would dwell. The world's tumultuous din is spent, No sounds I hear of strife or woe ; Unbroken peace and sweet content. Like Kdcn's waters, 'round me flow. 30 Oh ! could I breathe a calm like this. In ev'ry scene my feet must trace ; The earth would yield no purer bliss. But prove a heav'n in ev'ry place ! 'I'his may not be — some clouds will fall, With lovv'ring aspect o'er my way ; Yet faith in thee will beam through all. Which cheers ev'n midnight with its ray. 31 THE PAST. I TURN my thoughts from passing scenes away, And close my eye on living forms, to trace The memory of many a vanish'd day. The cherish' d lines of many an absent face. Mournful — yet dear — the record of the past — And dearer still, because 'tis mark'd with grief! It tells of early flow'rs, that would not last, Of joys and hopes, frail as the trembling leaf. It speaks of friends, o'er whom the turf is spread. Friends of my youth — in various climes they rest ! Like visions of a dream, it brings the dead Before my view, in living graces dress'd. I love to greet in mem'ry's field of light. Those spirits pure, belov'd in former years ; Their presence puts each earthly care to flight. And gives a liallow'd pleasure to my tears. 32 But sweeter, holier far, to meet above — The living with the living, deathless, pure — To meet in sinless realms of peace and love. Whose joys are endless, and whose hopes are sure. Rapt in the glorious scene, my soul resolves To tread the path the pious dead have trod ; That every toil I bear, each season that revolves. May bring me nearer to the saints with (iod. 33 THE VICISSITUDES OF LIFE. % iHSinter l^cfitction. The flow'rs of spring- long- since are dead ; The summer's bloom is past ; And autumn's varied tints are fled. Before stern winter's Ijlast. And may not thus each blossom fall, Which I have fondly rear'cl? And may not thus be wasted, all To hope, to love endear'd ? While o'er these witlier'd leaves I tread. Emblems of joys decay'd. Their fate reminds me of the dead, And shews how I must fade. c 3 34 Tlius shall my days of pride l)e gone, Ere many seasons roll ; And oilier scenes move darkly on, To tempt and vex my soul. I .Hi changes come ! I'll wait the close, With patient, tranquil breast : No withering blasts tliat region knows. Where hapjjy spirits rest. OO THE RESURRECTION. Transporting sight ! our Father breaks The iron fetters of the dead ; To life again the Saviour wakes, And jjromis'd glory crowns his head ! Death's bands are burst. The captive's free ; Lo ! Christ has ris'n To victory ! No more shall death with fears enslave The servants of the risen Lord ; Behold the pledge, that from the grave Their moulder'd frames shall be restor'd Bright hopes are theirs, Antl sure, as bright ; The deathless world Is brought to light ! 36 Thanks to our Cod, uith endless praise I Whose mercies life and hope impart; Who lights the sepulchre with rays, Wliich cheer the trembling mourner's heart ; No more despair Invests the tomb. For faith can soar Above the gloom. Faith views the coming blissful hour. When ev'ry tear of woe shall cease; When, victors o'er each hostile pow'r. United friends shall dwell in peace — From earthly, chang'd To heav'nly guests. Nor pain, nor sin. Shall reach their breasts. 37 NOAH'S PRAYER OF SACRIFICE. God of the mighty waters ! strong to spread The wasteful deluge o'er the mountains' head ; Whose voice hath bid the raging flood subside ; Whose piercing beams the cumbrous clouds divide : Thee we adore ! a remnant spar'd by thee. Their great preserver bless on humbled knee — No tongues but ours remain, to praise the Lord, Nor shall they silent be, but glad his love record. Kindred of them, whose graves are in the deep. Swept from the earth, like forms that pass in sleep — Sinful and frail, we tremble at thy might. Prevailing thus the impious to requite : Thy awful judgments pour'd upon their race, Have made the sea's abyss their dwelling-place — Wliile we have found sweet favour in thine eyes, Unworthy of the love which aids our cries ; For troubled tlioughts within, our guilt proclaim. And with our transports mingle grief and shame. 38 While 'round us spread the wrecks of tliat fair world, Which smil'd upon our birth — thus torn, and hurl'd In shapeless, wild confusion, like the scene Whicli lay beneath thy view, ere liylit had been, Or chaos took a form ; — while o'er the earth, So lately fill'd witli life, and crime, and mirth, Now death's deep silence reigns, and all around Ruins of those that were, o])press the ground ; Our awe-struck souls thy pow'rful arm confess, Disjolay'd in terrors o'er this wilderness. But not o'er us its whelming wrath hath roll'd, Thy foes alone its prey, in outrage bold : In this small household, thoughtless oft and vain. Thy name was holy, and thy ways were plain ; Nor thou severe to judge, or never more Our hearts should throb, to tell thy wonders o'er: Thine eye our frailties and our trials sees. And mercy spar'd us, for the wish to please. Jehovah's name our rock shall ever be. For thou art true, and safety comes from thee ; Deep in our mem'ry rests thy saving love. And hope survives, sustain'd by God above. Warn'd by thy voice the tents of sin to fear. When none would pause from crime,their God to hear, 39 Thy servant bow'd in faith — nor vainly bow'd : ^Vlien floods foredoom'd broke forth from cave and cloud. With swift destruction through the vallies swept, Nor wall, nor rock their rage could intercept — His ark of refuge slept upon the wave, O'er-watch'd by thee, omnipotent to save. Oh ! ne'er can be effac'd that hour of fear, When all thy threaten'd woes burst thund'ring on the ear ! We heard the torrents from heav'n's floodgates fall, And yawning caverns answer to their call — The ruptur'd mountains crashing down the steep, Bearing their frantic thousands to the deep — We heard the gurgling of the rock-pent surge. Struggling through secret clefts its way to urge; And piercing death-shrieks, mix'd witli curses loud, As the out-gushing waters 'whelm'd the crowd — Dismay'd we heard the tumult and the cry. In darkness thought upon our God on high ; His word of promise fed in ev'ry heart The light of hope, and bade our fears depart : He, who had giv'n the swelling tides to chafe. Had pledg'd his truth, to keep his servants safe. 40 And now Jehovah's arm his word fulfils, Bares to the welcome sun the drowned hills, Restores our feet to earth, our eyes to light, And pours new wonders on our treml)ling^ sight. Thou hast remember'd us in scenes of dread. When desolations o'er the earth were spread — To thee, our Saviour-God, this altar burns. To thee, each humbled spirit grateful turns ! With pleasing savour may our offerings rise. And bear our joyful praises to the skies — And give — oh ! give an answer to cur pray'r, That thou wilt ever-more thy people spare ; Wilt ever-more the deep's vast waters bind. From rushing forth to waste our world, our kind ; Wilt bless our household, and our children guide Tn ways of peace, afar from sin and pride ! Lowly we wait, thy new commands to hear — Jehovah's name our souls shall still revere. 41 HYMN. Great God of truth ! dispense thine aid. To guide a wand'rer on his way ; Support him in affliction's shade. And keep his foot, too prone to stray. Through life's dark scenes — for ever bright The faith, which views a friend on high ; It shines like that true star at night. Which glads the storm-beat seaman's eye. May such a faith be ever mine. And still its hopes inspire my l)reast ; While trusting to the word divine, I travel on to promis'd rest. If I forsake the way, which God In Christ has pointed to my vie\\ ; Where shall I find another road ! IIow learn my journey to pursue ! 42 THE WARRIOR'S FAREWELL TO HIS SWORD. A WARRIOR stood in the lonely vale — From recent fields of l)lood he came ; Though sunk his eye, his cheek thoug'h pale. He well had earn'd the soldier's fame. Yet seem'd he not like warrior flush'd With joy and pride in victory's hovir ; His shout of triumph now was hush'd — He quak'd beneath a secret pow'r. His sword upon the ground was flung. His tried companion in the fray — And mournful spake liis trembling tongue, While scalding tears roll'd fast away : 43 " Detested instrument of crime ! The earth shall hide thy bloody stains ; But what the art — or where the clime. Can screen the guilt my soul retains ? " I feel the wild delirium gone, Which fir'd till now my youthful brain; I see the light of reason dawn — And slumbering conscience wakes again. " I dream'd not of a scene of gore. When glory's visions mock'd my eye ! I thought not of a corse-heap'd shore. When rous'd with hopes of victory ! " I deem'd not, that the murderer's deed Repeated oft, was honour's boast ! Nor fancied, that where thousands bleed. The soldier's pride should revel most ! " The spell is broke ! — A field is won — And where we strove, seek valour's prize 'TIS where the vulture's feast's begun — Where many a gasping hei'o lies. 44 " Thou crimson'd steel ! I lay thee low. To rust in this untrodden glen ; To purchase kingdoms with a blow, I would not wield thy blade again ! " How shall I still the orphan's cry. Which calls my deeds to heaven's bar ? How from the widow's curses fly. Whose sounds shall haunt me from afar? " And in that dreadful day to come. When all the works of men are tried, Will then this voice of blood be dumb ? Shall I find grace, who grace denied ? " But He above has mercy still — Repentance meets his pitying eye : Remorse my weary life shall fill. And God will hear my fretjuent cry!" The warrior pass'd — his trembling frame Lodg'd a resolve, which saints might share; His pallid cheek shew'd hope's young flame — May heav'n succeed that warrior's pray'r ! 45 THE PROPHECY OF BABYLON. Chald^a's proud daughter! weep, weep for thy crime. Ere thy fast fleeting hour of probation is spent : In Jehovah's dark purpose there cometh a time. When thy beauty shall perish, thy garment be rent ! Woe — woe I — 'tis the voice of the prophet of God, To Babylon shewing the deeds of his ire — O'er the Queen of the nations he stretcheth his rod ; Xo more shalt thou flourish the kingdoms' desire. But in l)lackness and ruin thy house shall lie waste. Like the cities of wrath, in the day of their fall ; No Arab shall come, of thy fountains to taste. No shepherd shall lodge near thy desolate wall. 46 Thy mansions of pride shall become the dark home. Where the beasts of the desert in safety may dwell : Through thy chambers of mirth, doleful monsters shall roam. And thy music give place to their horrible yell. liuxurious and lovely thy palaces seem; But the owl and the dragon their pleasures shall share : For the strength of thy nobles shall melt like a dream — Of thy sons, or thy daughters, no remnant be there. The mountain blast brings the rude shout to mine ear. Of the multitudes gathered from nations afar — To punish the wicked, their armies are here. And the Lord's flaming banner assembles the war. The sword of the Mede through thy people shall smite — The blood-thirsty foe whom no bribe can allay ; He will spurn at thy gold in the day of the fight. And for babe, or for mother, no pity display. 47 Gone — gone is thy glory for ever ! thy sun Shall be darken'd at noon, never — never to rise ! Ev'n now is thy last desolation begun; And oblivion o'er all thy magnificence flies. Thrice happy for Sion, the day of thy woe ! Her yoke shall be broken — her children be free — To their own belov'd land then thy captives shall go. And laugh at thy idols, and triumph o'er thee. .lehovah hath spoken ; despise not his voice : His arm is stretch'd out — who shall turn it away ? Then tremble, proud Babylon! Sion, rejoice — For in all thy captivities, he is thy stay. 48 THE LAST TREE OF BABYLON. " At the distance of a few paces only to the north-north-east of this mass of walls and piers, the internal spaces of which are still filled with earth and rubbish, is the famous single tree, which the natives call ' Athcio,' and maintain lo have been flourishing in ancient Babylon. — This tree is of a kind perfectly unknown to these parts. — It is certainly of a very great age, as its trunk, which appears to have been of considerable girth, now presents only a bare and decayed half or longitudinal section, which, if found on the ground, would be thought to be rotten and unfit for any use ; yet the few branches, which still sprout out from its venerable top, are perfectly green ; and, as had been already remarked by others, as well as confirmed by our own observation, give to the passage of the wind a shrill and melancholy soimd, like the whistling of a tempest through a ship's rigging at sea. Though thus thick in the trunk, it is not more than fifteen feet high, and its branches are very few." Travels in Mesopotamia, hif J. S. Buckingham, vol. ii. p. 293. There stands a lonely tree on Shinar's movant — No kindred stem the far-spread desert rears ; Scant are its leaves, for spent the juicy fount. Which fed its being through unnumber'd years : Last of a splendid race that here have stood, It throws an awful charm o'er ruin's solitude. 49 Lone tree ! thou beai'st a venerable form — Shrunk, yet majestic in thy late decay — For not the havoc of the ruthless stomi. Nor Simoom's blight thus wears thy trunk away ; But time's light wing, through ages long gone past, Hath gently swept thy side, and wasted thee at last! Empires have risen — flourish'd — moulder'd down — And nameless myriads clos'd life's fleeting dream, Since thou the peerless garden's height didst crown, Which hung in splendour o'er Euphrates' stream : Fountains, and groves, and palaces were here, And fragrance fill'd the breeze, and verdure deck'd the year. Here queenly steps in beauty's pride have trod : Hence Babel's king his boastful survey took. When to his trembling ear the voice of God Denouncing woes to come, his spirit shook — But all this grace and pomp hath pass'd away, Tis now the wondrous story of a distant day. u 50 How wide and far these tracks of chaos spread. Beyond the circuit of the lab' ring eye ! Where the proud Queen of nations rais'd her head. But shapeless wrecks and scenes of horror He : Glorious and beautiful no more ! her face Is darkly hid in desolation's stern embrace. Lorn as the pining widow, who doth bend In solitary grief o'er some lov'd tomb. Thy worn and drooping form apj^ears to lend A mourner's presence to this scene of doom ; And from thy quiv'ring leaves there breathes a sound, Of sullen, hopeless wail, for death's wide waste around. Sole, living remnant of Chaldsea's pride! Reluctant thou dost wear the garb of joy; Thy heart is wither'd, strength hath left thy side — And the green tints time S2:)areth to destroy, 8eem like the hectic flush, which brighter glows Upon the sunken cheek, just passing from its woes. 51 HYiNIX. Lord of all ! to thee we raise Hearts of joy and songs of praise; All thy gifts we thankful own, Bending round thy awful throne. Spacious heav'n, and earth, and sea, Turn our serious thoughts to thee ; All declare thy houndless might. Ruling all by day and night. Guard our varied jjath of life ; Cheer its gloom, subdue its strife : Chase each tempting foe away. Seeming fair, but to betray. Let thy grace be ever near ; Fill our souls with holj'^ fear : Make us know thy saving love — Then to rise, and rest above ! I) 2 52 LINES, WRITTEN AFTER HAVING WITNESSED THE DYING MOMENTS OF AN ENDEARED YOUNG FRIEND. There play'd a smile on the pale, young face, Whex'e the hand of death was stealing ; And her bright eye gaz'd on vacant space. As if heav'n were its bliss revealing. And I heard her tongue speak an angel's name. To welcome his peaceful greeting; While her cheek was flush'd with joy's high flame. But the pulse more faintly was beating. I beheld that lov'd one sink to rest. Like a wearied seraph sleeping ; — And hers is the sleep of the pure and blest. Whence she'll wake Avithout pain or weeping. 53 T look'd on the mourning- friends around — Their tears were not those of anguish ; But their voices whisper'd a grateful sound, When they saw her no longer languish. And I listen'd to hear a parent's tongue, Speak words of pious trusting ; O'er the grave of a child, so pure, so young. Faith beam'd, though the heart was bursting. Oh yes ! there's a world more sure, more bright. Than this valley of pain and sorrow ; Where a^ain we shall meet in eternal lioht, Wlien we v.ake on the glorious morrow ! 54 DEATH AND IMMORTALITY. AN ELEGY. Draw near ! and view that cold and senseless form, Which now within the grave's embrace we lay — it goes to claim its kindred with the worm. The guest of silence, darkness, and decay. Mere earthy, wasting ashes, all you see — The fire of life and reason burns no more: Behold the might of nature's stern decree. And ponder here the doom for man in store ! But not for ever thus — a glorious change. By Christ reveal'd, awaits that mould'ring clod ; Jt yet through fields of light shall freely range. With noblest pow'rs endued — a child of God. 55 Corrupt, dishonour'd, weak, it sinks in earth, Like the vile seed which hides the precious germ, To rise in grace and strength, a heav'nly birth, And bloom immortal, without change or term. Retire I thy soul to solemn thoughts resign — In hope of heav'n thy mortal being spend : What ! though this earthly doom must soon be thine ; Live as the heir of life which ne'er shall end ! 56 HYMN FOR THE YOUNG. Kind Father of the human race. Whose mercies o'er the world are spread To thee our hearts rejoice to trace The spring, from which our lives are fed. Our years, though few, proclaim thy love. Their grifts and seasons came from thee : Beneath thy guardian care we move, Nor ever from tliy view can flee. With sacred truth our minds prepare. To tread the wodd's deceitful way ; And guard us from each fatal snare. Which aims the youthful to betray. In future scenes of care and toil. Which active life may bid arise. Still let our souls from vice recoil. And thy pure law attract our eyes. 57 When keen temptations 'round us press. Oh give us strength to do thy will ; When struggling with the world's distress, Let faith in thee our passions still. In all our duties, all our woes. Bright let thy heav'nly promise shine, Which cheers life's journey, till it close, And points to joys which ne'er decline. D :i 58 WITHERED BLOSSOMS. The blossoms are wither'd ! we tread o'er their form, On the phiin as we pass, without care for them now ; In their frailty they met the rude shock of the storm. And they dropp'd, unprotected, unwept, from the bough. But lately we gaz'd on their beauties, and pray'd That the sunbeam would cherish and ripen their bloom ; And we hop'd, ah how vainly, for see where they fade ! 'Twould be long ere the garden should lose their perfume. Thus often young genius is prais'd and caress'd. While his morning of promise is splendid and gay ; And bright seem his prospects of fame and of rest. Till the blast of detraction sweeps over his way. 59 Alas! how the wodd views the fallen with scorn — How it heedlessly tramples the withering mind I Forgotten the charms which attracted at morn. All its worth, all its hopes, are to darkness con- sign'd. How dull and unfeeling- the hearts of the crowd. To the pinings of virtue in misery's hour ! In the reign of her sunshine they greet her aloud, But leave her neglected when storms overpow'r. The many will tread on the best of their race. When ruin's sharp bliglit o'er their prospects has blown ; Or coldly will gaze on the sufferer's face, And pass on their way, without pity or moan. Oh, court not the smiles of the world ; they are vain ! Nor trust in its promises, fear not its strife ; But cherish thy conscience through sorrow and pain. And confide in that Being, whose favour is life: 60 For He, who deci"ees a new spring- to appear, To adorn the sear boug-h with its splendours once more. Will cause joy to arise from each struo^g-le and tear. And thy leaf to be green when life's winter is o'er. 61 HYMX FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY. The year has pass'cl away. Swift as the gliding stream ; And all its scenes appear Like relics of" a dream ! Spent are its griefs. Its joys are flown, And mcm'ry holds Tlieir trace alone ! Thee, God of endless days, Our grateful souls shall bless. Whose love prolongs our lives, And soothes each past distress : An op'ning year Thy gifts renews ; Let not our hearts Their praise refuse I 62 Frail, fleeting life! how soon May thy probation close ; And they, who prize thee most. In the still t^rave repose ! Thy joys are brief, Not made to last ; And change comes o'er Thy seasons fast. Then, mortal ! pause, and trace Time's progress, and thine own ! Shall earth thy cares engage. When better things are known ;> Oh, fix thy love On heav'nly bliss ; All other good Shall fail, but this. Time's measur'd term shall end. When dawns th' eternal day. Whose sun shall never set. Nor shine with clouded ray : 63 Then virtue's sons To heav'n shall rise. With glory crown'd. That never dies. Then, let thy zeal he strong-. Life's purpose to fulfil ; And work, with all thy pow'rs. Thy righteous Father's will : So shall thy deeds Be truly bless'd. And death conduct To endless rest. 64 HOPE. How would the seaman's ardour die. When 'round his hark the tempests roar, If raging waves and angry sky, Forbade the hope of distant shore ! How soon the exil'd trav'ler sink. Exhausted by the tedious road ; Did not he scorn his toils, to think Of welcome to his far abode ! How would life's pilgrim early droop, With weary frame, and care-worn breast ; If doom'd beneath his woes to stoop, Uncheer'd by hope of coming rest ! 65^ ASPIRATIONS OF A CHRISTIAN. Let earth's distinctions ne'er be mine — For me no wealth increase ; So I possess, till life decline, . Contentment, virtue, peace ! dive me the smile of conscience still — Tlie w orkPs reproof I'll bear : That smile my breast with joys shall fill, And leave no place for care! Give; me the faith, which rests on God Through scenes of weal and woe ; And I will kiss affliction's rod. Nor fear the threaten'd blow ! Give mc the hope, which beams in death, To light the valley's gloom ; And praise shall tune my latest breath. While passing to the tomb ! 66 Give me at last the glorious crown, Which Christ's true friends shall gain ; And need I start at danger's frown. Since bliss shall grow from pain ! THE TRUE REFUGE. 'Tis vain to trust to nature's pow'r. In such a storm of woe as this ! Her aid may serve in fortune's hour. When scenes around thee promise bliss ; But oh ! the pelting blasts of grief. Demand a surer, swift relief Thou canst not trust the worldly crowd, Who flatter while the scene is bright ; They spurn the head by sorrow bow'd, And speed to gayer climes their flight : These summer friends, they will not stay, To cheer thee in thy wintry day. 67 To hopes of earth thou canst not trust, For they are vain as passing cloud ; Mere earthly comforts turn to dust — They shew like health, but hide a shroud ! Thou would'st not grasp a phantom's form, To liear thee through the wrecking storm. But to thy God for refuge flee ; To him commit thy wearied soul : The harass'd spirit he will free. And ev'ry furious ill control. Lean on the rock of love divine. And strength, and hope, and life are thine. 68 HYMN FOR THE YOUNG. - Behold the sower's prudent toil. Who guards from noxious weeds the soil. And stores with timely seed the ground, That autumn's treasures may abound ! So let us learn life's scenes to use. That heaven's bright crown we may not lose ; So with good seed our minds prepare, And reajD a harvest, worth our care. If youth be spent in folly's waste, No fruit but woe sb.all manhood taste ; If early vice corrupt the heart. Its blight A\ ill spread o'er ev'ry part. But oh ! what fruits of joy await. Through future scenes in either state, The young, who walk in wisdom's road, And learn to do the will of God ! m Peace and content shall cheer their way. Through life's uncertain, changeful day; And bliss eternal be their own, Where change and sorrow are unknown. Father of truth ! thy blessing give. That we may serve thee wliile we live ; And when our earthly toils are past. May find our rest with thee at last. 70 HYMN FOR THE YOUNG. - Almighty Parent of our race, A youthful train before thee bend, With hearts inclin'd to seek thy face. And hail thee as their guardian friend. Direct us early in thy way. Lest folly's paths our feet entice ; And check our wand'rings when we stray, To save us from the snares of vice. Deep in our breasts implant thy fear. That sin may find no room to grow; But faith, and hope, and love sincere. May spring, and plenteous fruits bestow. Still may we keep thy word in sig-ht, By Christ to feeble man supplied ; In sorrow's shade, make it our light. In duty's course, our law and guide. 71 As long as thou our lives dost spare. Let all their pow'rs to thee be gi\ 'n ; And let each scene our souls prepare For death, for judgment, and for heav'n. HYMN FOR THE CHILDREN OF A CHARITY SCHOOL. Hlmble and poor may be our lot, And hard our daily fare ; Yet God protects the lowly cot, And makes our wants his care. He gives us life, and health, and food. He fills our hearts with joy ; And, better than all earthly good. His truths our minds employ. He warms with love those gen'rous friends. Who lead us in his way ; His favour on our steps attends. When we his will obey. 72 Then let us praise the God of love ; Let each succeeding- day. As through life's varied scenes we move, Our gratitude display. Let not a lie our tongues profane, Nor cruelty our deeds. Nor theft, nor malice leave a stain ; For vice to misery leads. But let us learn to speak the truth, And walk in virtue's road ; So shall the lessons of our youth Guide us to heav'n's abode. 73 A SKETCH FROM NATURE. An awful tempest wraps the scene, So lately joyous and serene ; Thick clouds its beauties overcast. And thunders mingle with the blast: Quick pours the rain, with torrent's force. Chilling and wasting in its course. Now fiercer grows the strife of storms — Rous'd ocean takes his wildest forms ; The wrathful elements engage, And man's frail works shall feel their rage. See! where the distant suro-es dash. Now vivid with the lightning's flash — Oh, there are men within the pow'r Of that dark gulf in such an hour ! I saw their bark, in that broad light. Which pass'd, and left a deeper night : I saw her on the billow rise — The next wave swept her from my eyes ; E 74 Attain the glare reveal'd her form, In desp'rate conflict with the storm : Another flash — I see no more. But the huge breakers on the shore — Oh ! who can hear the seaman's cry, Through this vvikl tumult of the sky! Or who the swimmer's hand can reach. Through the black surf, that sweeps yon beach ! The storm is past — the thunder's still — The winds are silent on the hill ; Through opening clouds the sunbeam glides. Reflected now from placid tides ; So calm the air, that not a breath Is eclio'd from yon cliffs of death : Bright smiles return to nature's face. And joy resumes its wonted place — But not the sleepers 'neath the wave. Nor hearts, whose hopes are in their grave. Can feel the cheering ray, that warms This tranquil scene, the late abode of storms. /o THE MOTHER. Thy babe is naked, hungry, cold — And thou art poor and faniish'd too; Exchange thy baby for this gold — 'Twill buy thee bread, and clothing new. — Sore press'd by poverty, we roam — My babe and I have scarce to eat ; No friend we have, nor shelt'ring home — Expos'd to all the storms that beat : And thou dost dwell in lordly hall, Where cold and want can ne'er intrude ; Where riches furnish, at thy call. Both costly dress and dainty food : Yet all thy gold is worthless ore — More dear my boy, though nurs'd in woe, Than all thy state, than all thy store — A mother's heart thou ill dost know. E 2 vo — Thy tears rebuke my folly's aim ! My wealth thy treasure cannot huy. Yet shall it answer misery's claim, And li^ht u|) pleasure in thine eye. Beneath my care thy boy shall grow, Aiid thou his rising years shalt tend ; Tliy vvand'rings o'er, thou yet shalt know A home, and comfort, and a friend. 77 HYMN. God in mercy's ways rejoices, All his Av orks declare his love ; Nature Avakes ten thousand voices. Tuned to praise her Lord above. All this world of light and beauty, Form'd by him, by him is bless'd : What but praise, is reason's duty — Praise sincere from o'rateful breast i' Lord I we own thy gifts so various. Freely spread for all to share — But as life itself, precarious, Not design'd to fix our care. Nobler blessings lie before us, By the Gospel's pow'r convey'd ; Sin, nor death, can triumph o'er us, Wliile on these our souls are stav'd. 78 God of grace ! thy love reviewina-. Grateful songs our spirits raise; Let each le man I stood. To see my infant pair laid in the ground — And thee, lov'd wife ! Oh, how my sun is set, Fidl'n in a moment from his blazing heig-ht ! Life's uiuzy, rayless waste I traverse yet, Companionless, unknowing w hereto guide my flight. 84 FRAGMENT OF A POEM ON THE VISITS OF DEATH. Ofttimes he strikes with fatal aim The graces of the youthful frame ; And wastes with chilling- touch, the fruit That grows on beauty's choicest shoot : For what recks he of beauty's fall, Who dooms one bed of dust to all ! I've seen him taint the purest streak. That e'er gave blush to maiden's cheek ; And bow to earth the tender form, Not yet expos'd to sorrow's storm : Health seem'd to revel in her smile. It play'd so bright and free ; but while We gaz'd and thought of ripening bloom, The spoiler mark'd her for the tomb — 85 As fades the rainbow in the sky. Soon as its glories fix the eye. She pass'd — but lovely still in memory. I saw her when her hour was near — She knew, it brought an early bier : But though the scenes of life were new, Which now must vanish from her view ; Though joys, which hope had pictur'd nigh, Like dreams must pass untasted by ; And friendship's flow'ry paths be left. And the heart of its earthly loves be reft — Without a pang the prospect fled, Nor fear, nor gloom, arose instead ; For her cheek could smile, though its hue was wan. And her eye be bright, though its fire was gone : Her soul was pure — her trust was God, With whom her short, still course she trod ; And she look'd to heaven for a happier sphere And surer joys than were promis'd here. The darkening vale before her spread — Her stainless spirit long'd to go, Sigh'd for the home to which it led, And slirunk not from the sjloom below. 86 Gently as steals the zephyr's breath, She mov'd throu<>h life, meek virtue's lifuest; Calm, fearless, beautiful in death. She pass'd, as infants to tlieir rest. If thus in blooming- youth the pure can die. What must their triumphs be, when rais'd on high ! A CHARACTER. FROM JOB XX. Like visions of the night. Which morn forbids to stay ; Before Jehovah's might. The wicked pass away. Their triumphing is short — A moment wastes their joy; Where they in pride resort. Death standeth to destroy. 87 Their heads may reach the clouds. Their gi-eatness mount the skies ; When death their glory shrouds. Like dust their treasure flies. The eye, which wond'ring gaz'd. Beholds their pomp no more ; And tongues which lately prais'd. Now give their flatt'ry o'er. No more the seat of pride Their pamper'd fomis shall grace ; With worms they now reside In dark corruption's place. The earth casts out their name, Dishonour'd and impure ; And heav'n records their shame, To make their portion sure. 88 A REMONSTRANCE, ON BEAUTY'S CHANGE. Nay ! look not for beauty where once it was bright, When her eye's youthful glance was thy heart's dearest light; For the pride of the garden will speed to decay, And the sweetest of seasons will vanish away ; The fairest of landscapes, night's pall will o'erspread. And the blooming — the blooming oft pass to the dead. Then hope not to find on the once glowing cheek, The tints that were pure as the morn's early streak ; The blush of the dawn will not stay for the noon. And the freshness of youth will be alter'd as soon : The finger of sorrow hath stray'd o'er that face In the days of thy absence, and stolen its grace. 89 Thou knowest hoAv care will the youthful consume, As the cankerworm feeds on the tenderest bloom ; How silent and constant, grief wears the fond heart, Ere the days of its pride and its glory depart; Then wonder not thus at the change in a form. Which has bow'd meekly patient to many a storm. The tree may have shed all its blossoms so fair, Yet the fruit and the fragrance may still linger there ; Then turn not away from the love of thy youth. While her heart bears the treasures of virtue and truth : If affection, so tried, so neglected, remain. Go — cherish it dearly, nor spurn it again. 90 THE PRISONER'S MEDITATION. ADAPTED TO ftlUSlC. I. Years move slow, Within this dungeon's gloom ; Hope's bright glow Doth ne'er its walls illume : Ah ! how chang'd here. The heart that once was free ; When hope burn'd clear. And seasons pass'd with glee ! — Yet freedom still is mine ; Thought spurns the chain — But cheerless the light doth shine. Which shews only pain ! Where are now. The scenes, the friends approv'd ? Where art thou. The early — fondly lov'd ? 91 II. All- all fled — The world is lone for me ! Leaves all dead, I stand a ruin'd tree ! I see but graves, Where joyous eyes met mine — The wild grass waves. Where once my hearth did shine ! Then, what is life to me. None left to love ? A dismal and troubled sea, ^^"ith no star aliove ! When life's o'er. This gloom shall vanish fast — Heav'n's bright shore Will give repose at last. FINIS. 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