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MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER.
If it be sad to speak of treasures gone,
Of light, from this world taken while it shone,
How shall our grief, if mournful these things be,
Flow forth, O guide and gifted friend, for thee?
Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard?
And that deep soul of gentleness and power, Have we not felt its breath in every word,
Wont from thy lip,as Hermon's dew.to shower? Yes! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts have burned— Of heaven they were, and thither are returned.
How shall we mourn thee ?—With a lofty trust, Our life's immortal birthright from above, With a glad faith, whose eye, to track the just, Through shades and mysteries lifts a glance of oflove, And yet can weep !—for Nature so deplores The friend that leaves us, though for happier shores.
And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier,
Praise, for yet one more name, with power en-
To dwell there—beautiful in holiness! Thine, Heber, thine, whose memory from the dead Shines as the star, which to the Saviour led.