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BY BERNARD BARTON.
. To twine thee a flowery wreath ;
Its shade on the grass beneath ?
And summer has just begun,
Where glittering waters run,
When leaves are changing before thee,
Shed their own mild influence o'er thee?"
And it has been thus with me,
As they never more can be ;
The trunk of a blighted oak,
Beneath time's resistless stroke,
And wreath'd it with verdure no longer its own? Perchance thou hast seen that sight, and then,
As I at thy years might do,
That scathed wreck to view ;
If it be with instruction fraught;
Is alone worth a serious thought!
Should ought be unlovely which thus can shed
Who giveth, upbraiding not,
And his love be unforgot ;
WHAT IS MAN?
BY MRS. CAROLINE FRY.
Like a flower, he dies as he grows;
And returns to the dust whence he rose.
And the beings, they saw are no more;
On all who have trod it before. .
And soon shall we be where they are,
To hasten and follow us there.
For the children of years yet unborn;
They lived, they have died, and are gone.
The purpose of to-day,
To-morrow rends his way.
Vice seems already slain;
And it revives again.
Finds out his weaker part;
But pleasure wins his heart.
'Tis here the folly of the wise,
Through all his art we view ;
His conscience owns it true.
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts bis own.
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN.
Which oft have delighted my heart,
And joys that shall never depart.
To me ye no longer are known ;
A Sun that shall never go down
Your glories recede from my sight:
And stars more transceodently bright.
Thou earth, and thou ocean, adieu ! More permanent mansions, where righteousness reigns,
Present their bright hills to my view.
No longer my footsteps ye greet;.
And paradise welcomes my feet,
Whose souls are entwin'd with my own,
Where friendship immortal is known.
And sorrows, are now at an end ;
The height of perfection ascend.
'The night of transgressors shall grieve me no more,
'Midst foes I no longer abide ; My conflict with sin and with sinners are o'er,
With saints I shall ever reside.
The vale of affliction my footsteps here trod,
With trembling, with grief, and with tears, I joyfully quit for the mountain of God;
There! there its bright summit appears! No lurking temptations, defilement, or fear,
Again shall disquiet my breast;
For ever ineffably blest.
And thou, the blest Volume divine;
Adieu ! my conductors benign!
Now shines on mine eyes from above ;
My soul is all wonder and love.
Adieu ! my dissolving abcde;
A beautiful “ building of God.'
Above in my heavenly home.
Shall I know when I've mounted above ;
My God, I shall burn with thy love!
Come, come, my RedEEMER ! this moment release
The soul thou hast bought with thy blood, And bid me ascend the pure regions of peace,
To feast in the smiles of my God!
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