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Of highest God! that loves his creatures so,
And all his works with mercy doth emhrace,
That hlessed angels he sends to and fro,
To serve to wicked men, to serve his wicked foe.

How oft do they their silver howers leave,
To come to succour us, that succour want?
How oft do they, with golden pinions, cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,
Against foul fiends to aid us militant?
They for us fight, they watch and duly ward,
And their hright squadrons round ahout us plant;
And all for love, and nothing for reward:
Oh! why should heavenly Love to man have such regard ?-


Are ye forever to your skies departed?
Oh 1 will ye visit this dim world no more?
Ye whose hright wings a solemn splendour

darted Thro' Eden's fresh, and flowering shades of

yore? Now are the fountains dried on that sweet

spot, And ye—our faded earth heholds you not!

Yet, hy your shining eyes not all forsaken, Man wandered from his Paradise away; Ye, from forgetfuiness his heart to waken, Came down, high guests! in many a later

day, And with the Patriarchs under vineand oak, Midst noontide calm, or hush of evening


From yon, the veil of midnight darkness rending,

Came the rich mysteries to the sleeper's eye,

That saw your hosts ascending and descending,

On those hright steps hetween the earth and sky;

Tremhling he woke and how'd o'er glory's trace,

And worshipp'd awe-struck in that fearful place.

By Chehar's hrook ye pass'd, such glory

wearing, As mortal vision might hut ill endure;

Along the stream the living chariot hearing, With its high crystal arch, intensely pure!s And the dread rushing of your wings that

hour, Was like the noise of waters in their power.

But in the Olive-Mount, hy night appearing. Midst the dim leaves, your holiest work was

done!— Whose was the voice that came divinely

cheering, Franght with the hreath of God to aid h»

Haply of those that on the moonlit plains,
Wafted good-tidings unto Syrian swains.

Yet one more task was yours I—your hea-
venly dwelling
Ye left, and hy th' unseal'd sepulehral stone
In glorious raiment sat; the weepers telling
That He they sought, had trinmph'd, and

was gone!— Now have ye left us for the hrighter shore, Your presence lights the lonely groves no morel

But may ye not, unseen, around us hover, With gentle promptings and sweet influence

yet? Thos the fresh glory of those days he over, When, midst the palm-trees, man your footsteps met?

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Arc ye not near when Faith and Hope rise

high, When Love hy strength o'ermasters agony?

Are ye not near, when sorrow uurepining,

Yields up life's treasures unto Him who gave?

"When Martyrs, all things for his sake resigning,

Lead on the march of death serenely hrave?

Dreams!—hut a deeper thought our souls may fill,

One, one is near—a Spirit, holier still!



Honour and happiness unite,
To make the Christian's name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,*
That fills the remnant of his days (

A kingly character he hears,
No change his priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.

Adorned with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face;
His rohe is of th' ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.

Inferior honours he disdains,
Nor stoops to take applause from earth;
The King of kings himself maintains
Th' expences of his heavenly hirth.

The nohlest creature seen helow,
Ordain'd to fill a throne ahove;
God gives him all he can hestow,
His kingdom of eternal love .'

My sonl is ravish'd at the thought f
Methinks from earth, I see him rise!
Angels congratulate his lot,
And shont him welcome to the skies!


Gen, iii. 23, 24.


Creation's Heir! the first, the last,

That knew the world his own;
Yet stood he 'mid his kingdom vast

A fugitive—o'erthrown!
Faded and frail the glorious form,

And changed the soul within,
While pain, and grief, and strife, and storm,

Told the dark secret—Sin!

Unaided and alone on earth,

He hade the heavens give ear;
But every star that sang his hirth,

Kept silence in its sphere.
He saw round Eden's distant steep

Angelic legions stray ;—
Alas! they were hut sent to keep

His guilty foot away.

Then turned he reckless to his own—
The world, hefore him spread,

But nature's was an altered tone,
And spoke rehuke and dread.

Fierce thunder-peal, and rocking gale,
Answered the storm-swept sea,

While crashing forests joined the wail, And all said "Cursed for thee!"

This spoke the lion's prowling roar;

And this the victim's cry;
This written in defenceless gore,

Forever met his eye!
And not alone each fiercer power

Proclaimed just Heaven's decree:
The faded leaf, the dying flower,

Alike said,—" Cursed for thee!"

Though mortal, doomed to many a length

Of life's now narrow span,
Sons rose around in pride and strength,—

They too proclaimed the han.
'Twas heard amid their hostile spears!

Owned in the murderer's doom;
Seen in the widow's silent tears;

Felt in the infant's tomh.

Ask not the Wanderer's after fate,

His heing, hirth, or name:
Enough that all have shared his state,

That Man is still the same.
Still hriar and thorn his life o'ergrow;

Still strives his soul within;
And pain, and care, and sorrow shew

The same dark secret—Sin!

Gen. iv. 15, 16-

O The wrath of the Lord is a terrihle thing!
Like the tempest that withers the hlossoms of spring,
Like the thunder that hursts on the summer's domain,
It fell on the head of the homicide Cain.

And 1o! like a deer in the fright of the chase,
With a fire in his heart, and a hrand on his face,
He speeds him afar to the desert of Nod—
A vagahond smote hy the vengeance of God.

All nature to him has heen hlasted and hanned,
And the hlood of a hrother yet reeks on his hand;
And no vintage has grown, and no fountain has sprung,
For cheering his heart, or for cooling his tongue.

The groans of a father his slumher shall start,
And the tears of a mother shall pierce to his heart,
And the kiss of his children shall scorch him like flame,
When he thinks of the curse that hangs over his name.

And the wife of his hosom—the faithful and fair—
Can mix no sweet drop in his cup of despair;
For her tender caress, and her innocent hreath,
But stir in his soul the hot emhers of wrath.

And his offering may hlaze—uuregarded hy Heaven;
And his spirit may pray—yet remain unforgiv'n;
And his grave may he closed—hut no rest to him hring:
O the wrath of the Lord is a terrihle thing!



Suelime, ineffahle, angelic grace
Beam'd in his meek and venerahle face;
And sudden glory streaming round his head,
O'er all his rohes with lamhent lustre spread:
His earthly features grew divinely hright,
His essence seem'd transforming into light.
Brief silence, like the pause hetween the

At midnight, and the following thunder-
Ensued:—Anon, with universal cry,
The Giants rush'd u pon the prophet—"Die I"

The King leapt foremost from his throne ;—

he drew
His hattle-sword, as on his mark he flew;
With an unerring, and tempestuous sound,
The hlade descended deep along the ground;
The foe was fled, and, self-o'erwhelm'd,his

Hurl'd to the earth his Atlantean length;
But ere his Chiefs could stretch the helping

arm, He sprung upon his feet in pale alarm; Headlong and hlind with rage he searched

around, But Enoch walk'd with God, and was not


Gen. vii. viii.


From the hill Stout timher Noah fell'd, and shap'd the ark Ohedient: huge the vessel's hulk, and huilt With spacions entrance; nor was wanting

food For cattle, or for man. God gave the word; ThePatriarch entei sd,and the door was clos'd.

\Vhi:e shine the hreaking hillows, silver

foam, Prognosticating storm; the screaming mew, And rav'oous hittern skim along the hrine Low dropping, or their pinions half inclose In the darkspray; hright spotsof ruddy fire Flecker the azare vaalt, with dusky hue Deep skirted, couriers of the storm—anon With furious expedition falls the rain Darting impetuous down; the scowling sky Darkness invests, deep doleful shade, one

night, Night palpahle; save where athwart the

gloom The glaring vollied lightuing serv'd to shew Sad piteous scenes of horror and dismay; Despairing victims struggling up the elm, Or ragged oak, and in a moment swept By fury irresistihle; some gain The rock, and thence with haggard look

descry Their wives, their panting children in mid

way Porsu'd, or dash'd against the pointed cliff, Sad sport of whirlwinds. At thy stern rehukes Lord of the roaring tempest, at thy voice The waters swift ascend the rough steep cliff! And in the hosom of the vale down sink -Atonce: and hark! the Ocean'sthundering

gate Has hurst its hinge, and on the continent Disgorg'd its might; while on the winged

storm Terror trinmphant rides. The dismal dash Of wave on wave, loud howling winds, the

Earth Rent to her centre hy a thousand shocks, Each shock, a ruin, only sounds the trump Of elemental war, a pregnant cloud

Dilated, like one dark pavilion hangs, Dreadful suspense! then hursts with all its

rage Collected: cataracts of smoking rain Their wild displeasure spend; earth-delving

spouts, Swift hurricanes, hails, hlasting vollies, land Made sea, the sea one wide waste infinite. Deep groan the heaving caverns: mineral

wrath Suhlim'd, with nitrons vapour from henea'a Ascends, and suhterraneous thunder shakes The solid centre of the teeming Earth,

The Spirit of the waters stalks ahroad Exulting in the storm, and drives the 'winds Transverse along heaven's champaign, which

'gin hlow In hardy opposition. He with arm Gigantie, and grim joy, trouhles the deep, Which rose from earth to heav'n: the lashing surge Impetuous rolls, and had a ship heen there, Devouring winds had torn the crackling

mast To atoms piecemeal, or had hlown it, light As huoyant gossamer, hetween the ridge Of riding waves; a horrihle gulph and dark Yawns ghastly, and at intervals displays A grave of living horror.

Full forty nights, and forty days, the ram Fell uuremitted: mountains, rivers, rocks Sunk in contentious waves. Thy ark aloac O Noah, (so the Sov'ran Architect Ordain'd) surviv'd the wreck: nor did that

ark Want sail, or steerage, hy a hand divine Guided invisihle. Of cypress huilt And gopher, huoyant wood, she won her way Like some rich merchant's vessel, laden deep With Macao's spicy freightage: napdu

sheath'd The hulk, and close asphaltos, unctuons mass, From chafing waves, from pungent salt secure. "Cease rain" pronounc' d th'Almighty;— the rain ceas'd.

Again the fleecy cloud with orient pearl Was sown, and glowing sapphire. High the sun

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