THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 POETICAL TRIFLES, 
 
 OR 
 
 THOUGHTS IN VERSE 
 
 BY 
 
 BEULAH KEZIA HANSON, 
 
 BRADFORD: 
 
 PRINTED l.'i B. WiVLKKB, MARKET-STREET.
 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 I. 
 
 LOVE AND MARRIAGE. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Lines on the Marriage of Queen Victoria 5 
 
 To a Young Friend on the Eve of her Marriage (J 
 
 Love's Sympathy, 7 
 
 The Maiden to her Lover at Parting v . 8 
 
 On a Sister's Welding-Day '9 
 
 A Valentine 10 
 
 Love's Sensibility 11 
 
 The Remonstrance 11 
 
 To A. H. on her Marriage 12 
 
 The Bride to her Husband tin the morning of their' Marriage . . 13 
 
 The Wife to her Husband on the Anniversary of their Marriage . . 14 
 
 The Wife to her Husband on the Birth of a Babe .... .... 15 
 
 To a Bachelor 1C 
 
 II. 
 LAYS FOR MOTHERS. 
 
 To the Infant of a dear friend .... , 17 
 
 The Chilli'.', Welcome to Spring If) 
 
 The Mother to herBabe, in tbe abseuce of his little Brother .... 20 
 
 Talk ahout Flowers :} I 
 
 Water Bright 23 
 
 Hymn for Children , 04 
 
 III. 
 ACROSTICS. 
 
 For the Coronation of Queen Victoria 2.0 
 
 !To a Friend in Dublin 2fi 
 
 A Wish 26 
 
 For an Album ... 27 
 
 For a Sister's Birth- Day 2Q 
 
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 Page. 
 
 For an Album 28 
 
 Another 29 
 
 For a Sister 30 
 
 IV. 
 DEATH AND HUMAN FRAILTY. 
 
 All Flesh is Grass 31 
 
 Ou the death of a beloved Father 32 
 
 The same . . 33 
 
 On the sudden Death of J. W. .... 34 
 
 Lines in Memory of James Astin, Esq. of Huddersfield • . . . . 35 
 
 Ou the death of an Infant Niece 36 
 
 Lines in Memory of Charles Rowntiee, of Bradford 38 
 
 To a Friend ou the death of her dear little Girl 40 
 
 On the same little Girl and her Sister 41 
 
 Past Scenes , 43 
 
 V. ' 
 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. 
 
 The Fire-side .... 47 
 
 To a young Friend on his Departure to a Foreign Land . . . . 48 
 
 Vanity of Worldly Pleasures 51 
 
 To a distant Friend on his recovery from Sickness 53 
 
 Mournful Retrospection 54 
 
 Lines composed during a passage from Dublin to Liverpool .... 55 
 
 To Sleep 56 
 
 Good Wishes 57 
 
 England as it was, and as it is 58 
 
 To a young Friend inclined to Dissipation 60 
 
 Temperance Song 62 
 
 Science 64 
 
 Ou the presence of a New Pastor, at an Annual Tea Party, at 
 
 Ramsden-Street Chapel, Huddersfield .~.. .... .. 65 
 
 On Spring, written in a time of prosperity 67 
 
 Song, for a Dorcas Tea Party, or a Temperance Festival 68 
 
 To a young Friend, on her Union with the Church 70 
 
 Sensibility 72 
 
 Similes . . . : 75 
 
 The Good Shepherd 76 
 
 There's Joy : 78 
 
 The Watch Night . . , 80 
 
 Notes 82
 
 I.— LOVE AND MARRIAGE. 
 
 LINES 
 ON THE MARRIAGE OF QUEEN VICTORIA. 
 
 Could we wreathe thy brow, Victoria, 
 With the myrtle's living green, 
 
 And with spoils of martial glory, 
 Deck the nuptials of our queen ; 
 
 Could we add a richer lustre, 
 
 To the gems of purest ray ; 
 Gild thy crown with unknown brightness 
 
 Thus to grace thy bridal day ; — 
 
 What the service we should render ? 
 
 Fades not earthly glory soon ? — 
 And thy crown thou must surrender 
 
 When thy day's brief work is done ! 
 
 Rather let us crave a blessing 
 
 From the gracious King of Kings ; — 
 
 May thy heart, His love possessing, 
 Know the joy His presence brings.
 
 Alay His mercy too, descending, 
 
 Bless the Consort of our queen, 
 With his joyful prospects blending, — 
 
 Pure religion grace the scene. 
 
 Here, may both be rich and happy 
 
 In a loyal nation's love ; 
 And at length each brow be radiant 
 
 With a glorious crown above. ]840. 
 
 TO A YOUNG FRIEND ON THE EVE OF HER MARRIAGE. 
 
 O, bright be the day when thy hand shall be given 
 To one who is thine in the records of heaven ; 
 Serene be the morning, awaking in pride,- - 
 The morn that is destined to make thee a bride. 
 
 And though it be fairest of summer's gay train, 
 May it prove but an emblem of joys that shall reign 
 In thy heart, and around thee, in seasons to come, 
 'Mid the pleasures of love and endearments of home. 
 
 Though sorrows must strew every path-way in life, 
 May the roses in thine, love, be blooming and rife ; 
 And should the rod smite, may it be but in love, 
 To raise thy affections, and fix them above. 
 
 I would not o'ershadow thy visions of bliss, 
 But let me entreat thee to think, love, of this ; — 
 There must come a moment when death will dissever 
 The bond that you form, — may it not be for ever !
 
 Bui oh ! may the love now absorbing each breast 
 Not lead you in earthly affection to rest; 
 May each point the other to mansions on high, 
 And live to prepare for a home in the sky, \ 8 35. 
 
 There are passions that dwell in the heart, 
 There are feelings that live in the breast, 
 
 Which we cannot toothers impart, 
 That are never in language expressed ; 
 
 There are dwp-hidden hopes that we cherish, 
 That scarce to ourselves we can own, 
 
 And if in their brightness they perish, 
 We mourn o'er our sorrows, alone. 
 
 When wearied of all things, we languish, 
 When coldness our spirits would bend, 
 
 Or regret tears our bosom with anguish, — 
 'Tis then that we long for a friend ! 
 
 Then we wish, as we wander alone, 
 
 For one to re-echo ov r sisjhs, 
 Who, the characters blending in one, 
 
 Shall the friend and the lover comprise. 
 
 T.ue love is but friendship refined, 
 
 And, when free from dire passion's control, 
 It exists in a delicate mind, 
 
 I "• a ray to illumine the soul.
 
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 It will light e'en this dark world of ours, 
 
 With a beam that is almost divine, 
 And with life's few and perishing flowers, 
 
 A ne'er-fading garland entwine. i84a. 
 
 THE MAIDEN TO HER LOVER AT PARTING. 
 
 Why should we part in sadness, — 
 
 Why heave the bitter sigh ? 
 Is there no hidden gladness 
 
 E'en in the sound "good bye? " 
 
 Is not a thought of pleasure 
 
 Still mingled with the pain, — 
 A thought of that dear moment 
 
 When we shall meet again? 
 
 Then, why love, so desponding, 
 With hope's sweet promise blest, — 
 
 Ah, why o'ercloud with sorrow, 
 The sunshine of the breast ? 
 
 Oh, think of that sad time, love, 
 When this frail life shaU end; — 
 
 No hope of sweet re-union 
 Cen tlen with sorrow blend. 
 
 Unless we have the joy, love, 
 
 The hope that will remain, 
 Built on the dear Redeemer 
 
 Who died and rose again. l&ii.
 
 ON A SISTER'S WEDDING DAY, 
 Which was one qf unusual mildness for the season. 
 
 The stormy cloud has left the sky. 
 The cold breeze murmurs gently by, 
 \iid the bright sun with cheering ray, 
 Comes forth to deck thy bridal day. 
 
 So calm j and soft November's reign, 
 We almost deem it spring again ; 
 While pleasure beams in every face, 
 Anil sheds around a joyous grace. 
 
 This day beams out 'mid winter's gloom, 
 To cheer us with its glad'ning bloom, 
 Like a flowery spot on a barren heath, 
 Or a lovely rose in a cypress wreath. 
 
 Heaven grant these hours a type may be 
 Of the happy lot ordained for thee ; 
 May love's bright sun gild all the way, 
 And life be like thy bridal day. 
 
 I will not wish thee nought but bliss, 
 Earth knows no perfect happiness, — 
 No ceaseless pleasure can we prove 
 But that which flows from heaven above. 
 
 Oh, may thy dearest hopes be stayed 
 Upon the substance, not the shade ; 
 And may thy heart's best wishes rise, 
 To fix their standard in the skies.
 
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 And then — when life's last scene is nigh, — 
 
 When pale the cheek and dim the eye, 
 
 May clouds and storms all pass away, 
 
 And death be like thy bridal day. 1836. 
 
 A VALENTINE 
 
 Dear Fanny, I've tried my acquaintance all round, 
 And few faithful hearts among all can be found ; 
 So few that are firm mid the changes of life, 
 Unswayed by the feelings of envy and strife. 
 
 Ah ! many have left me in seasons of grief, 
 Whose pity and kindness had been a relief; 
 And e'en when my pathway was fiow'ry with joy, 
 Some fancied a wrong when they scarce could tell why. 
 
 O, tell me, is thine, love, a heart that can stay, 
 Unmoved by the tempests of life's fleeting day ? 
 Will its friendship still cling where it once has profess'd, 
 In its own sweet confidings content to be blest ? 
 
 If such be thy heart, love, oh link it to mine, 
 For a friendship so truthful, I languish and pine, 
 And when its sweet feeling our bosom shall prove, 
 It will grow and expand, and its name will be love. ^37
 
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 LOVE'S SENSIBILITY. 
 
 If we would know love's purest joys, 
 We cannot from its pains be free ; — 
 
 Most sensitive, where most it loves, 
 The human heart will ever be. 
 
 Yes, — harshest words may be forgot 
 If breathed by lips we would not press, 
 
 And angry glances scathe us not, 
 
 From eyes whose beams could never bless ; 
 
 But oh, a frown from one we love, 
 
 Is ever graven on the brow 
 In sad remembrance, and we prove 
 
 The pangs that only love can know. 1840. 
 
 THE REMONSTRANCE. 
 
 And wilt thou, then, leave me, in sadness and gloom, 
 With the language of grbf in thine eye ? — 
 
 O, why should a parting-hour prove but a torn!) 
 For the hour3 of endearment gone by ? 
 
 I trusted, if care ever clouded thy way, 
 Affection, like sunshine, would prove, 
 
 Dispersing each shadow, and lending a ray 
 That might gild even sorrow with love.
 
 And now would you teach me that moments may come 
 
 When my presence no solace will be 1 
 When fancy will paint, in the future, a doom 
 
 That may not be lightened by me ? 
 
 And can you believe me unwilling to share 
 
 In your sorrow as well as your joy ? 
 O ! dream not of burdens that love cannot bear, 
 
 Or of sympathy love would deny ! 
 
 Tn faith let us bring every care to His feet 
 
 Who can aid us the load to sustain, 
 And then, even grief in its fruits shall be sweet, 
 
 For it will not have tried us in vain. 1B41. 
 
 TO A. H. ON HER MAHIUAGE. 
 
 How sweet is friendship's gentle bond, when 
 
 heart in heart can rest ; 
 And holy are the kindred loves that warm 
 
 the human breast ; 
 Still sweeter, holier, is the tie which 
 
 wedded love can bind 
 When pure affection forms the chain, and 
 
 mind is linked to mind. 
 
 But there's another union, more blest 
 
 than all beside, 
 For Jesus is the Bridegroom, His church 
 
 the spotless bride ;
 
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 And, blessed thought, that even they who 
 
 share no earthly bliss, 
 Are welcome to this sacred bond, a union 
 
 such as this .' 
 
 And now, what blessing can I wish to crown 
 
 thy bridal day ? 
 For wealth and honour, earthly joys, and 
 
 pleasures fade away ; — 
 No, I will wish that thou and he, to whom 
 
 thy hand is given, 
 May form a portion of the church, the 
 
 glorious Bride of Heaven ! 
 
 THE BRIDE TO HER HUSBAND, 
 
 On the morning of their Marriage. 
 
 Now I am thine love, the vow has been spoken, — ] 
 Thine by a tie that can never be broken, — 
 Thine, love, for ever, — how sweet is the thought ! 
 And yet, is it not v.ith solemnity fraught! 
 
 When we think that the time of our parting must be, 
 That hour when thy spirit from earth will be free, 
 Or mine shall have passed the dark confines of clay, 
 Does sadness not tinge the delights of to-day i 
 
 While we think of the clouds" that may darken our sky, 
 And that sorrow and care in our path-way may lie ; — 
 Oh ! surely 'tis well that we thoughtfully view, 
 In prospect, the journey we have to pursue.
 
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 But then, love, together as husband and wife 
 
 We now may prepare f or the chan ges of life ; 
 
 And sorrows seem lighter, and pleasures more sweet, 
 
 From the thought, that, united, each change we shall meet 
 
 And now, may the blessing that comes from on high, 
 From Kim who alone can give permanenc joy, 
 Descend on ou»- heari?, and iospi e us to praise 
 His love, for the mercy thus crowning our days. 
 
 Oh ! may He long spare us, each other to bless, 
 Direct all our ways by His spirit and grace ; 
 And grant that, together, at length we may stand, 
 With the ransom'd in glory, at Jesus' right hand. 
 
 July, 1841 
 
 thk:wife to her husband, 
 
 On the Anniversary of their Marriage. 
 
 Twelve happy months have passed away, 
 Since hand in hand we stood, 
 
 And softly spake the tender vow 
 From willing hearts that flowed. 
 
 Yes, happy months, though fear and hope 
 Have mingled as they passed, 
 
 And even care's unwelcome cup 
 Has mixed its bitter taste. 
 
 For, has not love's own radiance bright 
 Still dwelt within our breast? 
 
 AmFbrighter, warmer, was its light 
 ^Vnen pixious care oppressed.
 
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 With thankful hearts, love, let us gaze 
 
 On the receding year ; — 
 How many mercies claim our praise, 
 
 And check each rising fear ! 
 
 With deep contriiion let us ov i 
 
 S ; ns that have marked our way, 
 And seek for grace to lead us en 
 
 To heaven's all-perfect day. July, 1842' 
 
 THE WIFE TO HER HUSBAND, 
 Oh the birth of a Babe. 
 
 Our little one is here at last, 
 The time of danger's overpast, 
 
 Our hearts arc filled with joy ; — 
 Look, love, again, upon its face, 
 Say, can we not the promise trace 
 
 Of beauty in our boy ? 
 
 Sweet innocent ! our hopes shall twine 
 With fondness round that form of thine, 
 
 And mutual prayers shall rise, 
 That He whose love gilds all our days, 
 Giving in thee new cause for praise, 
 
 May make thee good and wise. Aug. 1842
 
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 TO A BACHELOR. 
 
 O, dream not of trials that never may come, — 
 
 Of sorrows you never may share, 
 Let fancy paint brightly the scenes of a horn?, 
 
 And reality bid them appear. 
 
 Yes, — picture the pleasures, contentment ard peace 
 
 Comprised in a home oiyour own ; 
 A sacred enclosure, a region of bl'ss 
 
 Enjoyed by its inmates alone. 
 
 See the wife ever aiming the love to increase 
 Which won her young heart to be yours ; 
 
 Possessing attractions that never can cease,— 
 The virtue which always allures. 
 
 Ah ! think of the joys that will brighten your way, 
 With that chosen one e'er at your side, 
 
 As you speed on the journey of life's fleeting day, 
 And still in each other confide. 
 
 Gaze, gaze on the visions that rise as we talk 
 Of the home where affection's enshrined ; — 
 
 The winter fire-side, or the sweet summer's walk, 
 With love's thousand actions combined. 
 
 And when the sad season of sorrow and care 
 
 T \ wisdom is sent from above, 
 That loved one will help you the burden to bear, 
 
 And rejoice with you if it remove.
 
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 Oh! dwell on such scenes till you long to be there, 
 Thus picture your home and its joys ; — 
 
 And away with the fears that would bid you beware, 
 Till you lose in the distance, the prize. 1845, 
 
 II.— LAYS FOR MOTHERS. 
 
 TO THE INFANT OF A DEAR FRIEND. 
 
 Lovely infant ! beauteous flower ! 
 Sheltered in the circl'ing bower 
 Of affection, pure and deep 
 As thine own unconscious sleep. 
 Aptly might I thee compare, 
 To a lily bright and fair, 
 Or the richly-tinted rose, 
 Yet a bud, thine image shows. 
 None but loveliest flowers are meet 
 To describe thee, baby, sweet, 
 For thy mind is fair within, 
 Undefiled, as yet, by sin. 
 WhQ, when gazing on thy lace, 
 In its lineaments could trace 
 Aught but purity and love, 
 Stlch as dwell in heaven above? 
 it
 
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 Yet, alas ! thy life must be 
 Proof that thou canst not be free, — 
 Even thou, all bright and fair, 
 Perfect as thou dost appear — 
 From pollution's guilty stream, 
 From th' enslaving power of sin. 
 I could wish thee every joy, 
 Happiness without alloy; 
 But I know that all must share 
 Sin and sorrow, grief and care ; 
 And, alas ! that such should be 
 Human nature's destiny ! 
 But I leave this gloomy theme ; 
 Turn where pleasure sheds its beam 
 O'er life's varied scenes of woe, 
 With a soft and tender glow. 
 Parents' glances on thee shine, 
 Though unanswered yet by thine ; 
 Thou a treasure art to them, 
 Richer than a diadem. 
 May'st thou then in earnest prove 
 Worthy of their fervent love ; 
 May thy growing years impart 
 Hope's sweet promise to their heart. 
 Then, when sorrow's path they tread, 
 Thou wilt raise their drooping head, 
 When their days are bright with joy, 
 Thine the task to raise it high. 
 Lovely innocent ! farewell ; 
 'Tis not in my power to tell, 
 Brightest though my hopes may be,. 
 All that I could wish for thee.
 
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 SONG, 
 
 THEfCHILD'S WELCOME TO SPRING. 
 
 Tune:— Simple common measure. 
 
 The little flowers are peeping forth/ 
 
 The birds begin to sing, 
 And every thing around us now 
 
 Tells pleasantly of spring. 
 
 Although, sometimes, the wind is loud, 
 
 And hail comes rattling down, 
 Yet I am sure that Spring is here, 
 
 And winter's past and gone. 
 
 For, in the morning when I wake 
 
 The sun is shining bright, 
 And when my bed-time comes again, 
 
 It does not seem like night. 
 
 Mamma says too, it soon will be, 
 
 At bed-time, light as day ; 
 Oh ! I am glad that spring is come, 
 
 And winter's gone away ! 
 
 Papa says, God is good and wise 
 
 To send us winter though, 
 Because the cold, and snow, and ice, 
 
 Help all the things to grow. 
 
 The corn and fruit, the plants and flowers, 
 
 And every useful tree, — 
 Indeed it would not do at all 
 
 Foi i nol to 1"-.
 
 I like to see the pretty snc.v 
 
 And icicles so bright, 
 But, oh ! I love the pleasant spring, 
 
 And summer's my delight ; 
 
 For brother Charles and I can play 
 
 Out in the garden then, 
 Can see the trees and grass so green, 
 
 And smell the flowers again. 
 
 And many pleasant walks we'll have 
 With Ann and with Mamma ; 
 
 Yes, I am glad that spring is come, 
 Hurrah for Spring, hurrah ! 
 
 THE MOTHER TO HER BABE, 
 In the Absence of his Utile brother. 
 
 Thou look'st in vain, fair babe ; — we call his name 
 To wake once more thy bright inquiring gaze ; 
 But his light bounding step and merry laugh 
 Have met thee not these many, many days. 
 
 Unconscious babe! and should his joyous tone 
 Ne'er strike thine ear again, — what hast thou known 
 Of parting's bitter pang, of vanished joy, 
 And sad remembrance mixed with death's alloy? 
 
 Oft' to the door thou turn'st thy wond'ring glance 
 To greet his entrance, — and with dimpled arm 
 Outstretched, to wait his sportive, swift advance, 
 Then seek thy nestling-place with feigned alarm.
 
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 Thou hast some reminiscence of him yet, 
 Mem'ry asserts within thy mind, her place, 
 But baby, oh ! how soon would'st thou forget 
 If thou no more shouid'st see thy brother's face ! 
 
 For hope is not to thee — no future spreads 
 Its gilded prospects, darkening as they near, 
 Nor bast thou, happy child! the gloomy dreads 
 That future wakens to excite our fear. 
 
 Then, if thy cup of pleasure is but small, 
 'Tis nerfect yet, unmixed with fear or woe ; 
 Thy joys arc pure, my babe, oh! keep them all, 
 Nor haste the bitterness of life to know. 134? 
 
 TALK, ABOUT FLOWERS. 
 
 annia, )ou say that none but God 
 Can make the pretty flowers, 
 That blossom in the garden now, 
 In sunshine and in showers. 
 
 But here a lady came, one day, 
 And she had in her hair 
 •ively rose, it looked the same 
 As those which blossom there. 
 
 I asked her if she plucked that rose 
 From nil my little tree, 
 
 J so like the one which gro 
 < )<\ the biwh • Mi gave to 1
 
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 She told me that a poor young girl 
 
 Had made it, in an hour, 
 And that she could almost as well 
 
 Make any other flower. 
 
 I'm sure you always speak the truth, 
 
 And yet it's strange to me ; 
 Do tell me, if you please, mamma, 
 
 How this strange thing can be." 
 
 " Look here, my boy, I'll show you cne, 
 
 A rose of brightest red, 
 Like that you lately looked upon, 
 
 Which decked the lady's he< d. 
 
 Now, bring a rose from yonder tree, 
 Beside the greenhouse, there, 
 
 The difference you soon will see, 
 When we the two compare. 
 
 This one is made of silk and wire, — 
 
 The silk is soft and fine, 
 But yours is finer, softer, far, 
 
 Than this smart flower of mine. 
 
 This rose is made to imitate 
 
 The real ones that grow ; 
 'Tis called an artificial one, 
 
 My little boy should know. 
 
 Go, ask papa to lend us, now, 
 
 His microscopic glass, 
 'Twill show how much the garden flower 
 
 The other docs surpass.
 
 Now look, my darling, at the silk, 
 
 How coarse its threads appear, — 
 How rough and shapeless is the stem ; 
 
 No beauty now is here. 
 
 The real rose, though magnified 
 
 To just as large a size, 
 In beauty and in texture still 
 
 With any floweret vies. 
 
 The leaves look just as soft and fine, 
 
 As delicate the stem ; — 
 God's works are perfect, all, my child, 
 
 Xo fault is seen in them. 
 
 The works of men, though we admire 
 
 The skill they often shew ; 
 Oh ! they are far less wonderful 
 
 Than the least flowers that grow. 1847. 
 
 SONG, 
 
 WATEB BRIGHT. 
 
 Tune : -1 ■' I 
 
 Sparkling and beautiful, 
 
 Oh ! the water bright ! 
 Springing and falling 
 
 Ever day and night. 
 Springing from the fountain, 
 Falling in the shower, 
 
 ngling willi (h^w-drops 
 Every leal" and flower. 
 
 Sparkling and beautiful, &c.
 
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 Water be our drink, then, 
 
 Water fresh and pure, 
 God lias richly given it, 
 
 Free to all, and sure." 
 Washing makes our lirtle limbs 
 
 Strong and healthy too, 
 Without precious water 
 
 O, what would children do ? 
 
 Sparkling and beautiful, &c 
 
 HYMN FOK CHILDREN. 
 
 How. blest the children who beheld 
 
 The Saviour from above, 
 Who dwelt upon His gracious smile 
 
 And heard His voice of love. 
 
 We think upon their happy lot, 
 
 And long to see His face, 
 Our earthly pleasures all forgot, 
 
 To feast upon His grace. 
 
 But children still, oh, joyful thought! 
 
 May in His presence live, 
 For Christ himself declares them blest 
 
 Who tee not, yet believe. 
 
 The Bible tells us we may come 
 
 By faith to Jesus now, — 
 May see His glory in His word, 
 
 And at His footstool bow.
 
 And though our bodies soon must die 
 And mingle with the clay, 
 
 Yet every eye must see the Lord 
 In the last glorious day. 
 
 And if by faith we know Him here . 
 
 His precious gospel own; 
 Rising, with joy we shall appear 
 
 Before His judgment throne. 
 
 TIL— ACROSTICS. 
 
 FOR THE CORONATION OF QUEEN VICTORIA. 
 
 Virtue, resplendent as the sun, is seen 
 In the fair fcrm of England's lovely queen ; 
 Can we withhold our tribute of the praise, 
 That excellence from every heart should raise ? 
 On Her, may heavenly grace be richly shed, 
 Reflecting glory on Her youthful head ; 
 In Her kind heart may pure religion rest, 
 And Britain in her queen be truly blest.
 
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 TO A FRIEND IN DUBLIN. 
 
 Earth's best pleasures haste away, 
 
 Love around the heart may play, 
 
 In the breast may friendship live, 
 
 Zest to life's frail joys to give, 
 
 And may spring affection's flower, 
 
 Cheering in the darkest hour ; 
 
 All, alas, must have an end, 
 
 Richest joys with sorrow blend. 
 
 Leaving now the friend I love, 
 
 I the bitter truth must prove ; 
 
 Let me still the hope retain 
 
 E're lon<j we shall meet again. 1337. 
 
 A WISH. 
 
 Just as an eagle cuts the air, 
 Or like the meteor's sudden glare, 
 Hasting with bright rapidity, — 
 Not such I'll wish thy course to be. 
 
 But like the noble river wide, 
 As calm and deep its waters flow, 
 Rolling its fertilizing tide, 
 Lovely and useful, — here below, 
 Oh, may thy life thus sweetly shine, 
 While purest joy and peace are thine.
 
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 FOR AN ALBUM. 
 
 Mark yon vessel's gallant form 
 As she speeds across the wave, 
 Riding proudly 'mid the storm, 
 Tow'ring o'er the ocean grave ; 
 Homeward bound she nears the shore, 
 All her toils and conflicts o'er. 
 
 Though around that vessel fair, 
 Oft the raging storm hath passed, 
 With the skilful Pilot there, 
 Nought she feared of wave or blast, 
 Sailing o'er the changeful tide, 
 Ever trusting to her guide, 
 No fierce gales, or swelling foam 
 Drive her from her welcome home. 
 
 May that bark an emblem be 
 Of thy course o'er life's dark sea ; 
 Oh, may every hope of thine, 
 Resting on a power divine, 
 End in blest eternity.
 
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 FOR A SISTER'S BIRTHDAY. 
 
 Eighteen years! their days have flown 
 Like a shadow, or a dream : 
 In reviewing seasons gone, 
 Zephyr-like their changes seem. 
 As o'er summer-tinted flowers, 
 Balmy breezes lightly play, 
 Even so, through fleeting hours, 
 Trials, joys, have passed away, 
 Hurrying on life's rapid day. 
 
 Eighteen years ! their course along, 
 As my roving steps I trace, 
 Gratitude inspires my song, 
 Love supreme demands my praise. 
 Ever Lord, be Thou my friend, 
 Through this desert dark and wild, 
 On me let Thy grace descend, 
 Ne'er forsake thy erring child. 
 
 FOR AN ALBUM. 
 
 May the name these lines record, 
 As a flower of fragrance rare, 
 Rest in friendship's mem'ry stored, 
 Yielding sweetest fragrance there.
 
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 Here, though each fair name must die, 
 All that grace the fragile page, 
 Rescued, may this shine on high, 
 Placed beyond the power of age ; 
 In the book of life appear, 
 None can fade when written there. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 Just on the verge of womanhood she stands, 
 And, unsuspecting, gazes on the scene; 
 Nor, while with -joyous hope her heart expands, 
 E'er thinks that sorrow's cloud will intervene. 
 
 Beneath, above, around her, all is bright, 
 
 Each prospect seems to wear immortal bloom ; 
 
 Redundant stores of ever fresh delight 
 
 Rise to her view ; — alas for nature's doom ! 
 
 Years can but pave with hope, the pathway to the tomb. 
 
 Why must the heart that longs for earthly bliss 
 Resign each hope of perfect happiness 1 
 In mercy 'tis, that darkening clouds arise, 
 living a tinge of gloom to all below, — 
 Leading our hopes to fix above the skies, — 
 Engaging every power to seek the joys 
 Yon changeless world of bliss can only know. 
 
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 FOR A SISTER. 
 
 Joy dwells not in the festive scenes where mirth and 
 
 folly reign, 
 Unblest with such a heavenly guest, they woo her 
 
 smiles in vain : 
 Love too — the true and tender love, and virtue ever 
 
 bright, 
 Instinctive shun the atmosphere that would but dim 
 
 their light ; 
 Ah, well they know that pleasure's day oft ends in 
 
 sorrow's night. 
 
 Be thine the lot, my sister dear, with true content- 
 ment blest ; 
 
 Enshrined be home's sweet hallowed scenes within thy 
 yearning breast, 
 
 There, joy and love, and virtue fair, delight for aye 
 to live, 
 
 Heedless of all the gilded toys that pleasure has to give. 
 
 Endeared by true domestic peace, a happy home be 
 thine, 
 
 So shalt thou spurn the vain desire 'mid fashion's throng 
 to shine ; 
 
 Devoted, active be thy life, with pleasing duties blest, 
 
 All blended with the better hopes that end in heavenly 
 rest.
 
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 IV.— -DEATH AND HUMAN FRAILTY. 
 
 " ALL FLESH IS GRASS." 
 
 I saw a mossy rose-bud peep 
 Beside a full-blown flower, 
 And watcbed it wake from dewy sleep, 
 Raised by tbe sun-beam's power : — 
 It seemed to me like an infant fair, 
 As it smiled in early beauty there. 
 
 I noted then, in blushing pride, 
 The rose of riper bloom, — 
 it spread its fragrant bosom wide 
 And breathed a rich perfume ; — 
 It told of life's meridian day 
 Ere youth's bright sun has passed away. 
 
 And there too hung a withered rose, 
 All drooping, and alone ; 
 scorched leaves were falling fast, 
 ich summer tint was gone. — 
 It made me think of the hoary head 
 Of age, when lMb's gay dreams arc fled.
 
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 My heart was sad for that faded one, 
 
 I feared each passing gale 
 Would rob it of its last sweet leaf, 
 Or its feeble stem would, fail ; 
 While the infant bud and blooming flower 
 Still proudly decked their native bower. 
 
 But while I mused, a sudden storm 
 
 Came o'er the summer sky, 
 And the flowers of sweetest, brightest form, 
 Oh, they were first to die ! 
 The rough blast shook the parent bough 
 And laid the beauteous roses low. 
 
 And ah, it is not age alone 
 
 That feels death's withering blight, 
 For childhood's morn, and youth's bright day, 
 He shrouds in sudden night ; 
 The wrinkled brow and silver hair 
 He leaves full oft for the young and fair. 
 
 ON THE DEATH Of A BELOVED fATHER.* 
 
 No more that face shall we behold 
 Impressed with wisdom from on high ; 
 His words more precious far than gold, 
 No more shall fill our hearts with joy, 
 
 * See Note A.
 
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 Yes, he is gone, for ever gone 
 From this vain world of sin and care, 
 But he will dwell before the throne 
 Of God, and praise Hirn ever there. 
 
 The blessed truths he loved to preach 
 Shall now to him be fully shown, 
 And Jesus will His servant teach 
 The mysteries not to mortals known. 
 
 Oh, may we earnestly prepare 
 To meet him in the realms above, 
 Then will he welcome us to share 
 With him, in God's eternal love. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 Blest shade of my father, oh, hover around, 
 
 Inspire my fond muse to sing sweetly of thee, 
 
 From thy heaven-bought treasures of knowledge profound, 
 
 Now kindly impart some instruction to me. 
 
 Oh, help me to trace thee to yonder abode, 
 The mansions of bliss that are built in the sky, 
 Where Jesus, enthroned, the omnipotent God, 
 Sweetly welcomes the perfect inhabitants nigh. 
 
 But, ah, from those regions of glory above, 
 
 Till the Saviour shall bid thee, thou wilt not descend, — 
 
 Till Christ shall reveal all the fulness of love, 
 
 And the sound of " His coming" the heavens shall rend
 
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 Oh, then, when the kingdoms of this world become 
 All subject to Jesus, how wilt thou be blest, 
 With the rest of His servants, to welcome Him home, 
 And share in the promised millenial rest. 
 
 For well hast thou waged the good warfare of faith, 
 
 Thou hast finished thy course and the crown thou hast won, 
 
 Thy Redeemer hath welcomed thee into his rest, 
 
 Thy master hath said " faithful servant, well done," 1832. 
 
 ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF J. W. 
 In a foreign land-* 
 
 Death ! what a cruel foe thou art, 
 How dost thou love with sudden blight 
 To chill the young and joyous heart, 
 And darken day with shades of night. 
 Did age alone the summons dread, 
 Laden with three score years and ten, 
 Or wasting pain, with weary head, 
 Await thy coming,— -then, oh, then 
 We might presume on months and years ;- 
 Affection then might safely twine 
 Around the objects of its love, 
 Nor fear those sudden darts of thine. 
 
 And is he gone ! the young, the gay, 
 Whose every look and tone was mirth ; 
 And sleeps his form with foreign clay, 
 Far from the land that gave him birth ? 
 
 • See Note B.
 
 Yet blooming health, and prospects fail? 
 Of this world's good, around him threw 
 Their varied charms, — while sad'ning care 
 His buoyant spirit never knew. 
 But shall we say no other power 
 Than thine, oh death, the mandate gave, 
 Which in one short and dreadful hour 
 Prepared him for his early grave ? 
 Beneath the wise and sovereign sway 
 Of Him, who dwells in perfect light, 
 We can but bow, and humbly say, 
 - Will not the Judge of all do right ?" 
 
 LINES, 
 In memory vf James Astin, Esq. of Huddersfleld.* 
 
 Philanthropy ! purest of feelings that dwell 
 
 In the hearts of frail mortals below, 
 Even sorrow is charmed by thy magical spell, 
 
 And raised from the depths of its woe. 
 
 Thou art not content just to garnish our earth 
 With flowers from thy evergreen wreath, 
 
 But thou traccst each grief to the source of its birth, 
 And pluckest the thorn from beneath 
 
 And such was the feeling that glowed in the breast 
 
 Of Astin, the friend of the poor, 
 His name and his memory long will be blest, 
 
 And the fruit of his labours endure. 
 
 . Note
 
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 In the temperance cause he wa3 active and strong, — 
 
 We'll name him the temperance chief ; 
 His praises still gratefully dwell on the tongue, 
 
 While we mourn that his course was so brief. 
 
 He sought not to cheat the poor victims of sin 
 
 With relief that would last but a day ; 
 He taught them to shun the temptation within, 
 
 And to abstinence pointed the way. 
 
 He not only pointed, but bravely he led 
 
 Our army of pity and love : 
 Our captain he was, and we followed our head 
 
 Till he left us for mansions above. 
 
 There was hope in his death, for he clung to the cross, 
 
 And trusted in Jesus alone ; 
 Then we may not repine though we mourn for his loss, 
 
 Since he dwells where no sorrow is known. 1837. 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT NIECE. 
 
 Thou art gone, gentle infant, to rest, 
 To the sleep from which none can arise ; 
 
 Thy spirit is now with the blest, 
 And glory has burst on thine eyes. 
 
 Like the rainbow with colours so bright, 
 Which rests but a moment in view, 
 
 Thou hast vanished in haste from our sight 
 And bidden a final adieu.
 
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 Thou art gone to the Saviour, who bled 
 That sin might through Him be forgiven, 
 
 Thou hast seen the Redeemer, who said 
 " Of such is the kingdom of heaven." 
 
 And could we, then, wish thee to stay- 
 in a dark world of sorrow like this ? 
 
 As we gazed on thy beautiful clay, 
 
 Would we summon an angel from bliss? 
 
 Though brief was thy sojourn on earth, 
 Thou hast tasted affliction and pain, 
 
 And though we rejoiced at thy birth, 
 We would not recall thee again. 
 
 Though fairesfin feature and face, 
 
 And lovely thy form might have been, — 
 
 Though polished with beauty and grace, 
 Thou still hadst the nature of sin. 
 
 And now thou art free from its blight, — 
 Art safe from its curse and its sting, 
 
 And dwellest in perfect delight, 
 
 Where pleasures unceasingly spring- irss.
 
 
 LINES, 
 
 In memory of Charles Rowntrce, of Brad ford.* 
 
 I am distressed for thee, my brother ; very pleasant hast thou been to me.' 
 
 2 Sam. 1. 26. 
 
 We mourn for one well worthy of our tears, 
 Departed 'mid the bloom of youth's bright years; 
 How quickly vanished ! struck with early blight, 
 Like a spring morning quenched in sudden night. 
 He was a Friend, and not in name alone, 
 As marked by faith, and by religion known, 
 The friend of all mankind, his heart beat high 
 With every true and generous sympathy. 
 Truth in his soul was shrined a cherished guest, 
 And independence reigned within his breast; 
 No fear of man restrained his earnest zeal 
 Or checked his ardent wish for human weal ; 
 Whate'er he dared to think, he dared to tell, 
 Thought was his birthright, and he used it well. 
 His noble spirit scorned the poor control 
 Of tyrant custom o'er the free-born soul, 
 And early shaking off the fettering chain, 
 Was free to move, with grace, in virtue's train. 
 His too, the sweet and tender thoughts that swell 
 The youthful heart, where kindest feelings dwell ; 
 Domestic bliss, his soul could well approve, 
 A father's virtues and a mother's love. 
 
 * Sec Noti' P,
 
 
 Oh, the fair promise of his gifted youth ! 
 Bright with the varied hues of love and truth, 
 The pictured visions of a coming time, — 
 Of talents perfected in manhood's prime, 
 And years of future usefulness and peace, 
 Till ripened age should bid his labours cease. 
 
 And can it be that ere 'twas well begun, 
 His course was finished, and his race was run ? 
 Will he no more express the generous thought, 
 Or breathe the eloquence by nature taught ? 
 Were those high powers of mind, that noble heart 
 In vain bestowed, to act so brief a part ? 
 
 Oh, not in vain ! for friendship will aspire 
 
 To emulate the virtues we admire ; 
 
 And all that blooms in moral beauty here 
 
 Does but expand in heaven's more genial sphere. 
 
 Upward affection turns, no other trust 
 
 Could raise the drooping mourners from the dust, 
 
 And hope may whisper to the sorrowing breast, 
 
 " He died in Jesus, and with Him is blest."
 
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 TO A FRIEND, 
 
 On the sudden death of her dear little girl. 
 
 " In lieaven their faces do always behold the face of my father 
 which is in heaven." — Mat. xxiii. 10. 
 
 O precious words, that stealing o'er 
 The wounded heart, like healing balm, 
 
 Can take from death its stinging power, 
 
 And e'en to grief lend heaven's own charm. 
 
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 Say not, dear friend, that nought can chase 
 
 The anguish of thy soul forlorn, 
 
 Whose sweetest bud of hope and love 
 
 Has from the stem been rudely torn. 
 
 True, like the rose her form was fair, 
 Fairer the dawnings of her mind ; — 
 
 That mind still lives, while flowers most rare 
 Shall perish with the wintry wind. 
 
 O dwell on this, — she lives within 
 The glorious presence of the Lord, 
 
 And think that, now she cannot sin, 
 Ah, should not this some joy afford ? 
 
 No guilty act, or thought impure, 
 
 Can now her perfect soul defile, 
 From envy and from pride secure 
 
 She beams with love's eternal smile. 
 
 Oh, never in the darkest hour 
 
 Forget the blessing Jesus gives, 
 Eternal life, — and through His po , 
 
 Your happy Christiana lives.
 
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 ON THE SAME LITTLE GIRL AND HER SISTER.* 
 
 " They were lovely iu their lives, and in their death they were 
 not divided.' 1 — 2 Sam. i. 23. 
 
 Two roses bloomed upon a stem, 
 
 One was a fragile flower, 
 The other was a budding gem, 
 
 The beauty of the bower. 
 
 Green were its leaves, and fresh and fair 
 
 The hue of health it wore, 
 No premature decay was there, 
 
 No worm was at the core. 
 
 But sudden blight upon it fell, 
 That sweet and tender flower, 
 The parent tree it graced so well, 
 Might nurture it no more. 
 
 And now that tree more fondly drew 
 
 Its sheltering leaves around 
 The frail and gentle flower that still 
 
 Upon its branch was found. 
 
 * S.-P \nti- K.
 
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 And sweet the odour it exhaled, 
 
 It promised future bloom 
 More precious, that its sister flower 
 
 Had ceased its sweet perfume. 
 
 But suddenly it drooped its head, 
 
 Its tender leaves fell fast,' — 
 The lovely roses both were dead, 
 
 Beneath the stormy blast. 
 
 Yet still they live, all perfect now 
 
 They bloom in heavenly bowers, 
 Classed by the hand of love divine 
 
 With heaven's "transplanted flowers." mi5,
 
 PAST SCENES. 
 
 How vain the fairest scenes of time, 
 How dark its brightest beams of bliss, 
 And mixed with woe, and tears, and pain, 
 Are all its dreams of happiness, 
 'i'is true that sweet affection's flower 
 We e'en below the skies may rear, 
 And this may glad our loneliest hour, 
 And this our darkest day may cheer. 
 But though the hoart may twine and clasp 
 Around the objects of its love, 
 Death seizes with relentless grasp, 
 None can his iron hand remove. 
 
 I had a little brother once, 
 
 He was a fair and sportive boy, 
 
 Health's roses flourished on his cheek, 
 
 And love lay sparkling in his eye. 
 
 He was a bright and lovely child, 
 
 He caused love's sweetest buds to spring 
 
 Amid life's desert, dark and wild, 
 
 And round our path their fragrance fling.
 
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 I had a father, great and good, 
 In heavenly science deeply read, 
 Upon his brow was wisdom throned, 
 While honour rested on his head. 
 He was a pastor, — well he filled 
 His place, with gravity profound, 
 And yet his look was tenderness, 
 And in his smile our hearts would bound. 
 But even these, — that precious boy, 
 And father, dearest earthly friend, 
 As though he envied us our joy, 
 Death would not spare or longer lend. 
 And first we saw our father droop 
 Through months and even years of pain, 
 And still we prayed and dared to hope 
 He might be blessed with health again. 
 
 But ah ! deceitful as the wave 
 That washes oft the distant shore, 
 Then back returning to the cave 
 Of ocean's depths, is seen no more ; 
 So did the glow of health -illume 
 The face we fondly gazed upon, 
 And bid us hope for strength and bloom 
 Which were, alas, for ever gone. 
 And when he knew that he must die, 
 Although his heart was filled with grief, 
 He trusted God would still supply 
 Our wants, and send us sure relief. 
 But oh ! his wishes lingered still 
 Around his little darling boy,
 
 
 His prayer was, " If it be thy will 
 
 Transplant him now to realms of joy." 
 
 Yet sweet was his departing hour, 
 
 Though passed in pain which none could ease, 
 
 For then he felt his Saviour near, 
 
 And heard him gently whisper " peace." 
 
 And much that lovely infant wept 
 
 When told he never more could see 
 
 Him, whom he thought had only slept, 
 
 And whom he loved so tenderly. 
 
 And often would he fondly cry, 
 
 " With father how I long to be ! 
 
 Mother, I go up yon blue sky, 
 
 Where I again his face may see." 
 
 And oh, when he was summoned too, 
 
 W e thought our only comfort gone, 
 
 For he had been more sweet and dear 
 
 E'er since his father's race was run. 
 
 But only two short months had rolled 
 
 Their days into eternity, 
 
 Since the sad time when death had told 
 
 Our father's earthly destiny, 
 
 Before that dear and lovely boy 
 
 Had drooped beneath the spoiler's hand, — 
 
 Was called from our embraces here 
 
 To join the spotless angel's band. 
 
 And thus uncertain, all below, 
 
 The sweetest things so frail are found, 
 
 Friendship and love with hope may glow, 
 
 Bui disappointments wait around.
 
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 Yet wisdom marks the painful plan, 
 By every christian heart confest, 
 God's purpose is to better man, 
 And teach him " this is not his rest." 
 We need this discipline of love 
 To lead our souls to things on high, 
 To make us seek our home above, 
 Where those we love can never die. 
 
 From that fair world, a beam of day 
 
 In God's own record we may see ; 
 
 The Gospel hope makes bright the way 
 
 To changeless, blest eternity. 1833.
 
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 IV.— MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, 
 
 THE FIRE-SIDE. 
 
 O tell me what spot on this earth is so sweet, 
 And where pass the hours on a pinion so fleet, 
 As in the bright home of our love and our pride, 
 With dear ones surrounding our own fire-side? 
 
 The young wife will say, with a sigh and a tear, 
 " How sad are the moments when he is not here ;" 
 And oh, is there aught to her husband beside 
 Can afford the dear joys of his own fire-side 1 
 
 How pure and how peaceful the pleasures that spring 
 From this source, on reviewal they leave not a sting ; 
 When all that is gay and bewitching is tried, 
 There's no place can bless like our own fire-side. 
 
 But the pleasures which here we unceasingly prove, 
 Should be mingled with those that will lead us above ; 
 We should worship the God in whom we confide, 
 And speak of His name at our own fire-side.
 
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 TO A YOUNG FRIEND, 
 On his departure to afore'njn land. 
 
 Go, and may the best attend thee, 
 Of the blessings earth can give, 
 
 Virtue's heavenly power defend thee,— 
 Virtue teach thee how to live. 
 
 Hours of strong, untried temptation, 
 Pave for thee a dangerous way, 
 
 May the demon, dissipation, 
 Never lure thy feet astray. 
 
 Scenes of new and daza]ing brightness 
 Now will greet thy wandering eyes, 
 
 Lovely forms of fairy lightness 
 
 Oft may make thy heart their prize. 
 
 May thy dark eye, ever beaming 
 
 True affection's purest ray, 
 Ne'er, with hateful passion gleaming, 
 
 Mark one trusting heart a prey. 
 
 May the heart to thine united 
 Be of virtue's fairest mould, 
 
 She, to whom thy faith is plighted, 
 Prove a treasure, passing gold.
 
 
 May her form, 'mid beauty's daughters, 
 Shine like morning's star on high, 
 
 And her mind, like springing waters, 
 Never fail a rich supply. 
 
 Art thou worthy such a treasure ? 
 
 Would'st thou in contentment live — 
 Or in false and fever'd pleasure 
 
 Seek for joys it cannotgive ? 
 
 Wears thy noble brow a language 
 We may trust ? — it tells us this, 
 
 Thou would'st seek in vain for ever 
 'Mid earth's baser scenes for bliss. 
 
 Fame mightTsound her blast before thee, 
 Wealth unclose for thee her mine, 
 
 Yet with all this tinsel 'd glory, 
 Happiness would ne'er be thine. 
 
 But, alas ! the noblest nature 
 Owns not always virtue's power ; 
 
 Even minds of loftiest stature 
 Yield in dark temptation's hour. 
 
 Can the wisest, best of mortals, 
 
 On his native power rely ? 
 Should we not, while deeply humbled, 
 
 Look for strength to One on high ? 
 
 Thine be that unfading pleasure 
 
 Which no earthly change can move ; 
 May thy best and dearest treasure 
 Becured in heaven above.
 
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 Faintly thus the hope expressing 
 Thou canst make in truth to shine, 
 
 That, the humble heart possessing, 
 Conscience' sting may -ne'er be thine- 
 
 Now, adieu ! should faithful mem'ry 
 E'er review these fleeting hours, 
 
 Think of one whose heart's best wishes 
 Strew thy every path with flowers.
 
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 VANITY OF WORLDLY PLEASURES. 
 
 The summer flowers are fading fast, 
 
 Nor long will please the eye, 
 Their graceful forms and fragrant leaves 
 
 Must soon forgotten lie. 
 
 The tulip and the daffodil 
 Have long since passed away, 
 
 Gaily they bloomed, and brightly shone, 
 But only for a day. 
 
 In vain their Tichly tinted leaves 
 
 They spread in gaudy pride, 
 Sooner than any other flower 
 
 They withered, drooped, and died. 
 
 Emblem of those who seek their bliss 
 'Mid fashion's heartless throng, 
 
 Their life one short-lived summer is 
 Of dress, and mirth, and song. 
 
 They bloom, indeed, the gayest flowers 
 
 Of pleasure's smiling train, 
 But when these fleeting ill-spent hours 
 
 Are past, what joys remain ? 
 
 If heaven should life and health prolong 
 
 Till age has bowed the head, 
 Where then the charms of dance or song ? 
 
 Their power to please has fled.
 
 Unlike the pleasures of the mind, 
 Whose precious fruits endure, 
 
 And when with holy faith combined, 
 The richest joys ensure. 
 
 Let youth but grace its varied page 
 With truth and wisdom's lore, 
 
 'Twill beam upon the latest age, 
 And cheer the dying hour.
 
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 TO A DISTANT FRIEND, 
 
 On rtceiving news of his recovery from siekness. 
 
 O, glad'ning as spring to the winter-clad mountain, 
 And sweeter than spring's sweetest zephyrs to me, 
 
 Refreshing, as streams from some life-giving fountain, 
 The news of health's vigour returning to thee. 
 
 How oft have I pictured thee pale and dejected, 
 Affliction's cloud dark'ning thy life's early day, 
 
 As the chill dews of pain on thy brow have collected, 
 Oh ! how have I wished I might wipe them away. 
 
 And often for thee have petitions ascended 
 
 From hearts that forget not thy part in their prayer, 
 
 While daily and hourly their faith has depended 
 On power to restore thee, on mercy to spare. 
 
 And though never more my fond eyes may behold thee, 
 Though again thy sweet voice may salute not mine ear, 
 
 Fond memory's recesses shall ever enfold thee, 
 Thine image is graven unfadingly there. 
 
 Farewell, my best wishes shall ever attend thee, 
 Though far from thy path be my lowlier lot ; 
 
 May love gild thy days, and may fortune befriend thee,— 
 Thy name, may it flourish when mine is forgot. 
 
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 MOURNFUL RETROSPECTION. 
 
 When we think of the days that are past, 
 And know that for ever they're flown ; 
 
 When we feel that no pleasure can last, 
 But the fading of all things must own ; — 
 
 When the days of gay childhood reviewed, 
 
 For a moment reflect a faint light, 
 And we start from the thought but to grieve 
 
 That fpr ever they're fled from our sight ; — 
 
 When sorrows encompass us round, 
 And affliction's keen anguish we feel, 
 
 When no friendly relief can be found, 
 The wounds of that anguish to heal ; — 
 
 When we think upon those that we loved, 
 
 A parent, — a brother, — a friend, 
 And daily more bitterly prove 
 
 All enjoyment with them at an end ; — 
 
 O, then come the aching and void, 
 
 And feelings which none have conceived, 
 
 Until with such sorrows they're tried, 
 Unless in like manner bereaved. 
 
 For they who untroubled repose 
 
 In prosperity's palace so fair, - 
 Cannot think for a moment of woes, 
 
 Which the hearts of the desolate share. 1833.
 
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 LINES, 
 Composed during the passage from Dublin to Liverpool. 
 
 Away, away from the land I love, 
 
 While the sea is gently swelling, 
 And the stars shine sweetly clear above 
 
 A stormless nis:ht foretelling. 
 
 Oh ! warm, warm hearts I leave behind, 
 
 That are still to mine united, 
 Can distance friendship's chain unbind, — 
 
 Can love like ours be blighted' ? 
 
 I know their thoughts are oft with me, 
 
 Though mighty waters sever, 
 Over the waves will affection flee, 
 
 Though they part our forms for ever. 
 
 And warm, warm hearts I haste to meet 
 
 O'er the waters gently flowing, 
 Hearts, with a sister's love replete, 
 
 With a mother's fondness glowing. 
 
 O that my heart were filled with love 
 
 As it is to earth, — to heaven, 
 Would ever rise in praise above, 
 
 For the tender mercies given. May, [887.
 
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 TO SLEEP. 
 
 Come softly-stealing sleep, around me shed 
 Thy gentle influence, light as fairy's tread, 
 Or leaves soft falling from the faded rose, — 
 Rest on these weary eyes, and bring repose. 
 
 And Morpheus, thou attend my couch and fling 
 Thy mantle o'er me, — let fair visions spring 
 Before my busy mind, which now awhile 
 May rest from daylight's scenes of care and toil. 
 
 Through realms of joy let bright-eyed Fancy rove, 
 And have for her companion gentle Love ; 
 And wand'ring where love's dearest objects be, 
 Though only fancy, still 'twere bliss to me. 
 
 Yes ! lead me through some flowery path of life, 
 Where eyes shall sweetly beam to answer mine ; 
 And though in thought alone the charm is felt, 
 Yet not in vain upon my heart they'll shine. 
 
 Though fancy's visions vanish with the night, 
 And though delusion marks her sketches bright, 
 They still may shed a ray upon the mind, 
 Tbat leaves b'lt memory's fond regrets behind.
 
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 GOOD WISHES, 
 For a young Lady's Album. 
 
 Pure as this album's spotless leaf, 
 Bright as the eye undim'd by grief, 
 Sweet as the rose's dewy wreath, 
 
 So may thy virtues shine ; 
 Firm as a rock 'mid tempests' strife, 
 Warm as the sun with glory rife, 
 Be the affections that through life 
 
 Around thy heart may twine I 
 Yes, Rosa, I could wish thee joy, 
 And pleasures that would never cloy, 
 Earth's richest gifts without alloy, 
 
 But ah, it may not be : 
 For every breast some sorrow knows, 
 And though fair Hope her brilliance throws 
 Around thy pathway, — there are woes 
 
 In store for all, — for thee ! 
 Yet I'll not damp the hope that fills 
 Thy heart, and thy young spirit thrills, 
 But wish that from life's darkest ills, 
 
 Thy lot may yet be free.
 
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 ENGLAND AS IT WAS AND AS IT IS. 
 
 Ye vanished days of chivalry, of valour, love, and 
 
 mirth, 
 Why have ye taken wings and fled our once romantic 
 
 earth, 
 Say, o'er what favoured region is your magic charm 
 
 outspread, 
 And do you still exist, or is your memory with the 
 
 dead ? 
 
 Tis true that nature still retains her wonted loveliness, 
 And gifts descend from heaven to earth still to adorn 
 
 and bless ; 
 As brightly pours the glorious sun his beams on good 
 
 and ill, 
 And softly gentle moonbeams fall to deck our evenings 
 
 still. 
 
 But ah, those changeless orbs shine not on scenes like 
 
 former days, 
 When " warriors bold" and " ladies bright" adorned 
 
 the poet's lays ; 
 When jovial hunter's horn was heard amid the forest 
 
 shade, 
 And fairy-feet at moonlight tripped and pressed the 
 
 grassy blade.
 
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 And where are now the festive sounds that rung the 
 
 castle walls, 
 When chiefs and humble peasants met within its stately 
 
 halls ; 
 When sports passed light and free to all, and ample 
 
 boards were spread, 
 To cheer the wanderer's drooping heart, and raise the 
 
 lowly head ? 
 
 Stay fancy, through these gilded scenes thou must no 
 
 longer rove, 
 But turn the cold realities of present life to prove ; — 
 Cold, shall I say ! ah, beams there not a warmer, 
 
 brighter light, 
 O'er England's shores, that dissipates the shades of 
 
 mental night ? 
 
 Yes, though the times of sweet romance should vanish 
 
 quite away, 
 We would not now exchange for them the light of 
 
 gospel day ; 
 We would not have the ages blent with popery's dark 
 
 spell, 
 Return again to England, the land we love so well.
 
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 TO A YOUNG FRIEND, 
 
 Inclined to dissipation. 
 
 And, can it be, that even thou, 
 With honour stamped upon thy brow, 
 That thou so soon hast daring quaffed 
 Dark dissipation's deadly draught ? 
 
 May I not hope that, with the scorn 
 Of virtuous pride, thy mind would spurn 
 The friendship that would lure thy feet,- 
 False friendship — to the scoffer's seat ? 
 
 See where gay pleasure's temples rise, 
 With glittering turrets to the skies, 
 And youth and beauty enter there, 
 With lightsome step and joyous air. 
 
 But mark with pity what befalls 
 Those hapless ones within the walls, 
 Guilt spreads for them her snaring nets, 
 And poisons with her tempting sweets.
 
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 Her victims, if they e'er return, 
 Too late, alas, their folly learn, 
 The wasted cheek, and hollow eye, 
 Attest the heart's sad misery. 
 
 If thou, the temple-porch has gained, 
 Retreat ! beware ! oh, be restrained, 
 And dare not thus to break or wound 
 The hearts that in thy fate are bound.
 
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 TEMPERANCE SONG. 
 
 Hail, silvery stream and sparkling rill, 
 And each fair lake so calm and still, 
 Which heaven's rich blessings ever fill 
 With fresh and boundless store. 
 Hail, from the river broad and deep, 
 Down to the little streams that creep . 
 Through mossy beds, where violets peep, 
 I'll love you more and more. 
 
 But say, has nature wrought no sea, 
 
 In all her wide immensity, — 
 
 No stream or fountain may there be, 
 
 Nor river's ample flow, 
 From whence in burning moisture rise 
 The fiery liquids to the skies, 
 Where clouds prepare the rich supplies 
 
 To bless our world below ? 
 
 Is there no springing well in earth, 
 Where the fell poisons trace their birth, 
 Where wine, instilling mad'ning mirth 
 is sent from heaven to us ?
 
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 Hark, — river, fount, and streamlet sigh 
 An echo, while up-rising high 
 Old ocean's foamy depths reply 
 
 " Man, would ye have it thus!" 
 
 Ah, search through nature's vast domain, 
 Trees, plants and shrubs, on hill or plain, 
 Delicious fruits and useful grain, 
 
 All yield a lesson true ; 
 And gaze on nature's varied bowers, 
 Refreshed with fertilizing showers, 
 The sturdiest oak, and fairest flowers 
 
 Drink nought but heaven's own dew, 
 
 Go ask the brute creation, too, 
 Whom instinct" guides — to nature true, 
 Their actions loudly preach to you, 
 
 Who reason, talk, and think : 
 For who would with the lion vie, — 
 And who the tiger's strength would try I 
 downward to the tiny fly, 
 
 Bright water is their drink.
 
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 SCIENCE. 
 
 Science ! the mighty magic of thy name 
 Has charmed its thousands to a love of fame, 
 And roused the sensual child of earth to feel 
 
 A holier flame : 
 Here, at thy shrine our willing minds attend, 
 And while with votive gifts we humbly bend, 
 Let thy bright light diffuse its beams around ; — 
 Be thou our friend ! 
 
 Tis thine t'expand the wond'rous powers of man, 
 To lead him on with curious mind to scan 
 Creation's fabric vast, and points minute 
 
 Of nature's plan. 
 Handmaid of piety ! — when rightly trod, 
 . (Fair truth directing with unerring nod,) 
 Thy paths will surely lead the aspiring soul 
 
 To nature's God.
 
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 ON THE PRESENCE OF A NEW PASTOR, 
 
 M an annual Tea Parly, at Ramsdcu •Street Chapel, Huddersj 
 
 We welcome with pleasure, the pastor and guide 
 
 "Whom God in his mercy has lent, 
 We trusted \he Lord in his love would provide, 
 
 And the gift we desired He has sent. 
 
 And why are we favoured ? oh, is it because 
 We deserve thejdnd tokens of love ; 
 
 Have we never neglected or broken the laws 
 Of our merciful Father above ? 
 
 Or have we so faithfully followed our head, — 
 
 Our heavenly shepherd to know, 
 Never leaving the way He has graciously led, 
 
 That He grants us a shepherd below ? 
 
 No, this, like all blessings that come from above, . 
 
 Is the boon of unmerited grace ; 
 And shall we not look to the hand that bestowed, 
 
 And raise a sweet tribute of praise? 
 
 Our hearts shall respond on this festival day, 
 
 To gratitude's holiest tone, 
 Though sorrow still mingles her note with the lay, 
 As we think of the days that are gone.* 
 
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 Our Pastor will join us, — a stranger and guest 
 
 Last year to our board did he come : 
 Once more with a leader and head we aie blest, 
 
 And now we can welcome him home. 
 
 He is come as a husbandman, here may he see 
 
 The fruits of the spirit abound ; 
 May the vineyard still widen, and fruitful each tree, 
 
 To the praise of the planter be found. 
 
 He is here as a shepherd, the flock he will lead 
 
 Where wells of salvation are seen, 
 By the deep-flowing waters of truth they shall feed, 
 
 To pastures unfadingly green. 
 
 He is come as a watchman, whose trumpet shall sound 
 
 An alarm in the camp of the foe, 
 Till hypocrites tremble, and sinners are found 
 
 At the name of the Saviour to bow- 
 But the God of his servants, who reigneth on high, 
 
 Alone can a blessing dispense, 
 And heavenward faith turns a confident eye, 
 
 Expecting His mercy from thence. 
 
 And still must petitions ascend to His throne, 
 
 That each for ourselves maybe blest, 
 May be led in the way all His people have gone. 
 
 Who have entered His kingdom of rest. 1838.
 
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 ON SPRING, 
 
 Written in a time of prosperity. 
 
 I love the Spring, the joyous Spring, 
 It speaks of hope and promise bright, 
 
 And ah, the joy its moments bring, 
 End not in Winter's gloomy night. 
 
 For Summer comes with welcome store, 
 To prove Spring's sweetest promise true, 
 
 Fresh treasures o'er the earth to pour, 
 And bring each precious fruit to view. 
 
 And has not Spring's reviving breath 
 
 Come o'er our hearts with glad'ning voice ? 
 
 And hopes that seemed to sleep in death 
 Bud forth, and bid those hearts rejoice ! 
 
 May no keen frost or chilling blight 
 Lay these fair buds of promise low, 
 
 May heaven avert the wintry night, 
 And cause the summer fruit to grow. 
 
 And when life's changing seasons end, 
 With all the pains and joys they bring, 
 
 May we, through Jesus, die in hope 
 Of heaven's eternal perfect Spring?
 
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 SONG, 
 
 For a Dorcas Tea Party, or a Temperance 'Festival. 
 
 Are there not spots on life's dark waste 
 All bright with sunny hours, — 
 
 And may not mem'ry in the past 
 Twine many a thorn with flowers ? 
 
 O, there are times of joy and peace 
 That christian hearts may share, 
 
 Which even 'mid this wilderness 
 Beguile the path of care ; 
 
 And we would own this season, too 
 For one of pleasure's train, 
 
 Which faithful mem'ry may review. 
 Nor deem it spent in vain. 
 
 We are not met with joys that pall 
 To speed time's rapid wing, 
 
 But we are come at pity's call, 
 And mercy's praise we sing. 
 
 We need no sparkling wine to cheer, 
 No inirth-exciting bowl, — 
 
 The " feast of reason" we prefer, 
 The banquet of the soul.
 
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 And while we seek with heart and hand 
 
 Humanity to bless, 
 Oh, does not every soul expand 
 
 With love's own. happiness ? 
 
 Yes ! there are spots on life's dark waste 
 All bright with sunny hours, 
 
 And mem'ry lingering o'er the past 
 May twine the thorn with flowers.
 
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 TO A YOUNG SISTER, 
 On her union with the Church. 
 
 He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and cany them to 
 His bosom. — Isa. xl. 11. 
 
 Welcome to the Saviour's fold, 
 Dearest sister, welcome there ; 
 
 He thy youthful steps will hold, 
 Free from every tempting snare. 
 
 Glorious titles Jesus v. ears ; — 
 
 He's our Prophet, Priest, and King, 
 
 Captain, Saviour, Master, Lord, 
 We His honours own and sing. 
 
 But among the names of love 
 
 Jesus condescends to bear, 
 Does not " Shepherd" welcome prove, — 
 
 Is it not to sinners dear ? 
 
 Who would not, beneath His care, 
 
 In this wilderness abide ? 
 We are only safe when there, 
 
 In His sight, and near His side.
 
 Well the prophet's words express 
 Jesus' kind and watchful power, 
 
 His unwearied tenderness, 
 
 O'er the flock in danger's hour. 
 
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 When the lambs would wander far 
 From the paths of peace and rest, 
 
 Gathered by His arm they are, 
 Borne upon His tender breast. 
 
 O that I had earlier sought 
 
 This good shepherd's care and love, 
 By His grace been sooner taught, 
 
 How to prize the things above. 
 
 May yoiTkno'.v the .shepherd's voice, 
 Follow where He deigns to lead, 
 
 Ever in His love rejoice, 
 Kver on His pasture f<
 
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 SENSIBILITY. 
 
 There is a feeling of the heart, 
 
 Infused by all-creative power, 
 
 Of every generous mind a part, 
 
 Of every noble breast a dower ; 
 
 Tis found combined with love and truth, 
 
 Love that embraces all mankind ; 
 
 It blooms with never-fading youth, 
 
 To age and climate unconfined ; 
 
 Sweet Sensibility its name, 
 
 It dwells full oft in humble guise, 
 
 Nor seeks the loud applause of fame, 
 
 Nor for the laurell'd chaplet sighs. 
 
 They claim its gentle power to know 
 
 Who shed the sentimental tear, 
 
 When pictured scenes of joy and woe 
 
 Amuse the eye, and charm the ear. 
 
 See yonder glittering crowd, intent 
 
 Upon the stage's mimic scene ; 
 
 With stern resolve each eye is bent 
 
 When tragic horrors intervene. 
 
 They weep with those who seem to weep, 
 
 Rejoice in joy that is but feigned ; 
 
 Ah, what the benefit we reap 
 
 From feelings thus to pity trained?
 
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 Ask these fair gazers at the play 
 To sympathise with real grief, 
 To wipe true sorrow's tear away 
 And render pining want relief: 
 They turn with pallid cheek av 
 They sicken at the tale you tell 
 Of anguish, which they might allay, 
 They dare not on such sorrows dweli. 
 Oh ! lead them not to scenes of woe, 
 Too sensitive their tender heart, 
 To pity's aid they may not go, 
 Or in her labours take a part. 
 While over fiction's varied tale 
 They drop the tear, or heave the sigh, 
 Realities more sad will fail 
 To draw their worthless sympathy. 
 And thus, kind Sensibility, 
 They desecrate thy sacred name ; 
 Deem that their souls are full of thee, 
 And glowing with thy hallowed flame, 
 Oh ! if no true homage rose 
 From human hearts to thee, blest po\ 
 What should assuage the countless woes 
 Of earth, where sorrows ever lower? 
 Who then would seek the felon's cell, 
 And strive to raise him from despair, 
 Leading his hopes on heaven to dwell, 
 In humble faith and earnest prayer? 
 i where the helpless maniac then, 
 Who'd succour him with purpose kind, 
 And labour to restore ■ 
 The scattered harmonies of mind '.
 
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 And who would search the haunts of shame* 
 
 Wild dissipation's foul retreat, 
 
 Snatching the fire-brands from the flame, 
 
 Alluring home the wanderer's feet ? 
 
 'Tis he, who nobly can deny 
 
 Self, to secure another's good, 
 
 And with our one humanity 
 
 Feels kindly, constant brotherhood, — 
 
 He best desplays and understands 
 
 Thy virtue, Sensibility, 
 
 And by the labours of his hands 
 
 Proves that his heart's inspired by thee. 
 
 Oh, precious love of human kind ! 
 
 Of human passions, purest, best, 
 
 The emanation of His mind, 
 
 Whose essence is by " love" expressed ! 
 
 When He shall reign on earth supreme, 
 
 When every heart shall own His sway, 
 
 Thou shalt contribute one soft beam 
 
 To form that bright unclouded day.
 
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 SIMILES. 
 Peace be unto you." — John xx. 19. 
 
 " It was not the Eagle but the Dove, not the Lightning but the Eainbmo, 
 not the Whirlwind, but the ' still small Voice,' "—Ilev. James Parsons. 
 
 It came not with the rushing sound of the eagle's soaring 
 
 wing, 
 Nor like the fierce and cruel glance of that dark feathered 
 
 king, 
 But in the semblance of that love which bids all sorrow 
 
 cease, 
 It entered, like the gentle dove, with the olive-branch of 
 
 peace. 
 
 It came not with the sudden glare of the lightning's deadly 
 
 ray, 
 Dispensing nought but horror round its desolating way, 
 Hut like the fair and melting form of a rainbow in the sky, 
 That comes to cheer us in the storm with a promise from 
 
 on high. 
 
 Not with the whirlwind's mighty power that rends the 
 
 summer air, 
 Uprooting what is beautiful, destroying what is fair ; 
 But as the spirit's "still small voice" it fell upon the heart, 
 Awaking purest joys which none but Jesus can impart.
 
 THE GOOD SHEPHERD. 
 "He shall feed His flock like a Shepherd, &c."— Isa xl. 11. 
 
 " Four qualifications arc requisite in n good Shepherd,— first : " watchful 
 and discerning eye ; second: an attenUvi (Mid listening ear ; thin!: >. /■■ 
 arm ; end fourth : a tender heart." — lire. Richai d Knill. 
 
 What a guard does Jesus keep, 
 O'er His flock, His favoured sheep, 
 Bending ceaseless looks of love 
 From His glorious throne above. 
 
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 He discerns the contrite heart, 
 Sees it choose the better part, 
 Marks the hypocrite and foe, 
 Looks the secret sinner through. 
 
 And His ear, the faintest cry, 
 Or the penitential sigh, 
 Ne'er salutes that ear in vain, 
 All who ask in faith, obtain. 
 
 Then His arm's almighty power 
 Shields the flock in danger's hour, 
 Keeps the young, the weak, the poor, 
 From the raging wolf secure.
 
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 Blest are they who share a part 
 In the Shepherd's tender heart, 
 All their joys to Him are known, 
 All their sorrows are His own. 
 
 He who show'd His wond'rous love, 
 Bringing heaven on earth to move, 
 He will guide them safely through, 
 'Till they share His glory too.
 
 JOY ON EARTH— IN HEAVEN. 
 
 " There isjny in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner lha 
 repentelh." Luke sv. 10. 
 
 There are joys on earth, — they may not stay, 
 
 For God has made them frail, 
 But still they bless as they pass away, 
 
 Their mission cannot fail. 
 There's joy in childhood — the merry sport 
 
 And ringing laugh can tell, 
 Of the joys that Nature's self has taught, 
 
 And taught them, oh, how well ! 
 
 There's joy, there's joy on earth. 
 
 There's joy in youth while love is young, 
 
 And hope's sweet pulse beats high, 
 When fancy's tale, or gentle song 
 
 Can speed the moments by. 
 There's joy in life's maturer years, 
 
 When the babe's sweet lisping voice, 
 And the opening mind like morning flowers 
 
 Bid the parent's heart rejoice. 
 
 There's joy, there's joy on earth. 
 
 But our Saviour speaks of joy that thrills 
 
 Through the spirits blest above, 
 Where peace for aye the bosom fills, 
 
 And all their thoughts are love.
 
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 And can we then their joy increase 
 Who nought but bliss have known, 
 
 Can they in a fallen world like this 
 Find joy t'augment their own ? 
 
 Ah, yes, there's joy in heaven. 
 
 Then while the good in our earthly lot, 
 
 Awakes a grateful song, 
 Be never the richer joys forgot, 
 
 That to heavenly life belong. 
 Oh, if our souls with ardur glow 
 
 Christ's kingdom to increase, 
 We even here in part may to know, 
 
 The perfect angel's bliss, 
 
 The holy joy of heaven.
 
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 THE WATCH-NIGHT. 
 1847—8. 
 
 Watch, watch, 
 
 The moments fly apace, 
 
 Watch, watch, 
 
 The Old Year hides his face, 
 
 And goes to yield his dread report 
 
 Of every word, and every thought, 
 
 And every deed that we have wrought 
 
 Since he began his race. 
 
 Then watch, watch, watch. 
 
 Watch, watch, 
 The New Year lifts his brow, 
 
 Watch, watch, 
 We hear his footsteps now ; 
 He comes to bring us hours and days 
 For weeks of faith, for prayer and praise,- 
 Or shall it be for new delays, 
 
 For broken faith and vow ? 
 O watch, watch, watch.
 
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 Pray, pray, 
 Else vain were each resolve, 
 
 Pray, pray, 
 While rolling months revolve ; 
 Thus prayer and watchfulness combined 
 Will aid that holy peace to find 
 Which still shall bless th'immortal mind 
 Though life itself dissolve ; 
 Then pray, pray, pray.
 
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 NOTES. 
 
 A. page 32. 
 
 The Rev. John Bagleton, Minister of the Iudependant Congrega- 
 tion, Ramsden-Street Chapel, Hudderstield. 
 
 B. page 34. 
 
 The amiable subject of these lines was gifted with an affectionate 
 disposition, and a pleasant wit and vivacity which rendered him beloved 
 and admired by a large circle of friends. His death, which occurred 
 in Germany, was extremely sudden, and his remains were interred there 
 before his disconsolate relatives could receive the sad intelligence of his 
 decease, which was extensi.-ely and deeply lamented. 
 
 C. page 35. 
 
 Mr. Astin, Surgeon, was President of the Huddersfield Philosophical 
 Society, and of the Huddersfield Temperance Society ; he also actively en- 
 gaged in the promotion of other Philanthropic and useful Institutions. 
 His death was a great loss to the various Associations whose interests he had 
 at heart, and was sincerely mourned by the inhabitants of the town generally. 
 
 D. page 38. 
 
 This interesting and promising youth was drowned while bathing, 
 June, 1846, just when he seemed to have entered upon a course of activity 
 and usefulness. He was a member of, and took deep interest in, various
 
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 useful and benevolent Institutions, such as the Temperance Society, 
 Mechanics' Institute, <£c. 
 
 The esteem felt for his character was testified at his funeral, 
 when a large number of the members of the Bradford Temperance Society 
 and other friends followed his remains. 
 
 E. page 41. 
 
 The death of these dear children was an affecting' instance of the 
 uncertain tenure by which we hold our dearest earthly treasures. The 
 younger, who died first, was in appearance a healthy child, and her death 
 was no less unexpected than sudden. Her Sister, though delicate, was still 
 the object of hope, and now increased interest to her parents; but within 
 a fortnight after the death of the first, they were called to resign their only 
 Temaiuinj little one, and yield her back again to the hand that bestowed 
 her. 
 
 F. page 65, 
 
 Alluding to the death of the former Pastor, the Rev. J. Kagleton.
 
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