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There is a Day of Sunny Rest. OH, deem not they are blest alone
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; The Power who pities man, has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night; And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light. And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.
Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny,Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
For God has marked each sorrowing day
And numbered every secret tear,
W. C. BRYANT. The Blessing of Early Rising. SOFT slumbers now mine eyes forsake, w My powers are all renewed ; May my freed spirit too awake,
With heavenly strength endued. Thou silent murderer, Sloth, no more
My mind imprisoned keep; Nor let me waste another hour
With thee, thou felon Sleep. Think, O my soul, could dying men
One lavished hour retrieve, Though spent in tears, and passed in pain,
What treasures would they give!
Were offered then in vain;
And where's the promised gain ?
For squandered hours shall come,
And swell the former sum.
I dying shall esteem ;
I then shall worthless deem.
My grateful voice I'll raise, While thus I quit my bed of rest, Creation’s Lord to praise.
The Summer Shower. TWAS so— I saw thy birth : that drowsy lake
From her faint bosom breath'd thee, the
disease Of her sick waters and infectious ease;
But now, at even,
Too gross for heaven, Thou fall’st in tears, and weep’st for thy mistake. Ah! it is so with me! oft have I pressed Heaven with a lazy breath, but fruitless this Pierc'd not ; love only can with quick access
Unlock the way,
When all else strayThe smoke and exhalations of the breast. Yet, if as thou doest melt, and with thy train Of drops make soft the earth, my eyes could weep O’er my hard heart, that's bound up and asleep;
Perhaps at last
(Some such showers past,) My God would give a sunshine after rain.
The Spirit of Truth. T DREAMED that I saw, on the fair brow of 1 heaven, The star-jewelled veil of a midsummer even; I looked, and, as quick as a meteor's birth, A beautiful Spirit descended to earth.
Her brow wore a halo of light, and her eye
when he frowned. Then did that proud nobleman tremble and start, As the bright Spirit whispered these words to
his heart: * If thou wouldst have wealth when life's journey
is o'er, Sell all that thou hast, and divide with the poor.” She stood in the cell, where the death-breathing
air Was rife with the groans of the prisoner's despair, As sadly he looked, through the long lapse of time, To days when his soul was unstained by a crime.
She pointed away to his Father above-
She came in her strength, and the gallows that
stood For ages, all reeking and blackened with blood, Like a lightning-scared fiend, pointing up to the
sky, Fell prostrate to earth, at the glance of her eye.
She spoke! old earth heard, and her pulses were
still : “God's holy commandment forbiddeth to kill.” That spirit of beauty, that spirit of might, Went forth, till the earth was illumined with
The strong one relenting, was fain to restore
The turbulent billows of faction grew calm;
sword, And the mighty bowed down to the sway of the Lord.