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SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY JULIA, ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER.
HOUGH sorrow long has worn my heart;
Though every day I've counted o'er
Though in my earliest life bereft
Of tender links by nature tied;
Though hope deceived, and pleasure left;
I still had hopes-for hope will stay
So like the star which ushers day,
We scarce can think it heralds night!—
I hoped that, after all its strife,
My weary heart at length should rest,
That brother's breast was warm with truth,
He should have stay'd, have linger'd here
He should have chased each bitter tear,
And not have caused those tears to flow.
We saw within his soul expand
The fruits of genius, nursed by taste; While Science, with a fost'ring hand, Upon his brow her chaplet placed.
We saw, by bright degrees, his mind Grow rich in all that makes men dear ;Enlighten'd, social, and refined,
In friendship firm, in love sincere.
Such was the youth we loved so well,
And such the hopes that fate denied ;We loved, but ah! could scarcely tell
How deep, how dearly, till he died!
Close as the fondest links could strain, Twined with my very heart he grew ; And by that fate which breaks the chain, The heart is almost broken too.
And lives unseen, and bathes her wing,
Fairest, purest, be thou this dove.
The sacred pages of God's own book
Fairest. purest, be thou that dove.
HARK! "TIS THE BREEZE.
ARK! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling Earth's weary children to repose; While, round the couch of Nature falling, Gently the night's soft curtains close. Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining, Numberless stars, through yonder dark, Shall look, like eyes of Cherubs shining From out the veils that hid the Ark.
Guard us, O Thou, who never sleepest, Thou who, in silence throned above, Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest
Thy watch of Glory, Pow'r, and Love. Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely, Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn, May, in their darkness, stilly, purely, Like "scaled fountains," rest till dawn.