That bound the vale of childhood and his home, Departed scenes, my mind thine image sole, Yet did not Fancy's richest oracle THOUGHTS. How o'er each scene of mutual joy and grief, Dear golden days of blessedness complete! Dazzled by Hope's bright countenance, forgot Alas! thy pleasures, Earth, are like thy flowers! As sweet, as transient: whoso loveth them, Shall love, ere long, a shadow, and shall mourn That earthly joys are mortal. He shall know Thy brightest star is but a meteor's glare; 223 Thy sweetest song a prelude to decay; Long shall he sigh o'er that which was-but ah! And can it must it be, that all that gave This heart contentment, and the world its charm, Hath gone forever with the things that were ? Must that sweet voice, like angel minstrelsy Once skilled to soothe, be heard no more on earth? And those dear features with their love-lit smile Be lost, save in the visions of the past? Oh, must that cherished form of loveliness, The desolations of an anguished heart Respond amid an aching silence-"Never !" And yet, oh Death! thou shall not triumph. See ! Clad in her shining robes of angel white, Religion comes. Thou dost re-union, re-communion wait With the lone soul, still earth-bound, mourning thee. Corruption incorruption to put on, And mortal immortality. Oh then How shall his spirit leap exultant forth, And with thine own, in pure perfected love, The Last Look. ANONYMOUS. THE last look at the countenance of a dear friend, how tender, how touching, how impossible to describe! The heart goes forth from the eyes to the object, and concentrates upon it its intensest affection. So the elders of Ephesus fell upon Paul's neck and kissed him, sorrowing most of all, for the words which he spake that they should should see his face no more :-Acts, xx. 38. Streaming eyes fastened upon that countenance still beaming with sacred love, and impressed with the deep solicitude just expressed in the pathetic words of his farewell address. It was their last look at a living friend, awakening a thousand thrilling recollections, associated with the grief of a final separation, for time. How often we cast the last look upon the pale features of friend after friend, returning no response to our tears, as they lie in the marble sleep of death, and then are shrouded in the darkness of the grave. But the last look, for time, between Christ's friends, is not the last for eternity. Soon they will meet and behold |