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power to recall to mind, that your early days were not only innocent, but useful, and devoted to the service of your Creator. To look back on a life, no season of which was spent in vain ; to number up the days, the months, and the years, spent in the service of God, will be inward rapture, only to be felt. This will cause the evening of life to smile, and make your departure like a setting sun.
I shall conclude with one consideration, which I hope will have weight; and that is, if you seek God now in the days of youth, you are certain of success. Go out in the morning of youth, and you are sure to gather the manna of everlasting life. God him. self will bend from his throne, and teach your spirits to approach unto him. They who seek him early shall find him, and shall be guarded from evil on his holy mountain.
1. IF THAT HIGH WORLD which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherish'd heart be fond, The eye the
same, except in tears How welcome those untrodden spheres;
How sweet this very hour to die! To soar from earth and find all fears
Lost in thy light--Eternity!
2. It must be so; 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o'erleap the gulph, *
Yet cling to Being's severing link. Oh ! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink,
And soul in soul grow deathless theirs !
THE WILD GAZELLE.
THE WILD GAZELLE on Judah's hills
Exulting yet may bound,
That gush on holy ground;
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
Hath Judah witness'd there;
Inhabitants more fair.
More blest each pålm that shades those plains
Than Israel's scattered race;
In solitary grace:
But we must wander witheringly,
In other lands to die;
Our own may never lie:
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
King, behold the phantom seer !”
From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, -
“ Why is my sleep disquieted ? " Who is he that calls the dead? “ Is it thou, O King? Behold, “ Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: :: 66 Such are mine; and such shall be “ Thine, to-morrow, when with me: “ Ere the coming day is done, “ Such shalt thou be, such thy son. 66 Fare thee well, but for a day ; “ Then we mix our mouldering clay. “ Thou, thy race, lie pale and low, “ Pierced by shafts of many a bow; " And the falchion by thy side, “ To thy heart thy hand shall guide: “ Crownless, breathless, headless fall, 17';br “ Son and sire, the house of Saul !" inimis
WHEN COLDNESS Wraps this suffering clay,
Ah, whither strays the immortal mind ? It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
Then, unembodied, doth it trace",
By steps each planet's heavenly way ?!'. Or fill at once the realms of
14.11 A thing of eyes, that all survey?..
Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
A thought unseen, but seeing all,
Shall it survey, shall it recal :
So darkly of departed years,
And all, that was, at once appears.
Before Creation peopled earth,
Its eye shall roll through chaos back ; And where the furthest heaven hath birth,
The spirit trace its rising track.
Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
Fix'd in its own eternity.
Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,
It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its
years as moments shall endure.