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TO THE EVENING RAINBOW.
MILD arch of promise! on the evening sky
On the good man's pale cheek, when he in peace, Departing gently from a world of woes,
Anticipates the realm where sorrows cease.
THE bird that soars on highest wing
When Mary chose "the better part,"
Was made for God's own temple meet. 1
Whose clothing is humility.
The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown,
In deepest adoration bends;
The weight of glory bows him down
Then most when most his soul ascends.
Nearest the throne itself must be
The footstool of humility.
THE PILGRIM'S SONG.
HEBREWS, IV. 9.
My rest is in heaven; my rest is not here;
It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
The thorn and the thistle around me may grow;
I would not lie down upon roses below:
I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest,
Afflictions may damp me, they cannot destroy;
1 Acts, xvi. 14.
Let doubt, then, and danger, my progress oppose;
A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand,
THE lark has sung his carol in the sky;
Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer,
A few short years
and then these sounds shall The day again, and gladness fill the vale; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin; The ale, now brew'd, in floods of amber shine: And, basking in the chimney's ample blaze, 'Mid many a tale told of his boyish days, The nurse shall cry, of all her ills beguil❜d, ""Twas on these knees he sate so oft and smil'd." And soon again shall music swell the breeze; Soon, issuing forth, shall glitter through the trees Vestures of nuptial white; and hymns be sung, And violets scatter'd round; and old and young, In every cottage-porch with garlands green, Stand still to gaze, and, gazing, bless the scene;