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“ FEAR NOT.... I HAVE THE KEYS OF THE GRAVE AND

OF DEATH.”

OH, cling not, Trembler, to life's fragile bark :

It fills—it soon must sink :
Look not below, where all is chill and dark ;

'Tis agony to think
Of that wild waste; but look, oh ! look above,

And see the outstretched arm of Love.

Cling not to this poor life : unlock thy clasp

Of fleeting, vapoury air.
The world receding soon will mock thy grasp;

But let the wings of prayer
Take the blest breeze of Heaven, and upward flee,

And life from God shall enter thee.

Oh, fear not Him who walks the stormy wave :

'Tis not a spectre, but the Lord. Trust thou in Him who overcame the Grave,

Who holds in captive ward The powers of Hell. Heed not the monster grim;

Nor fear to go through death to Him.

Look not so fondly back on this false Earth :

Let hope not linger here.
Say, would the worm forego its second birth,

Or the transition fear,
That gives it wings to try a world unknown,

Although it wakes and mounts alone ?

But thou art not alone : on either side

The portal, friends stand guard :
And the kind spirits wait thy course to guide.

Why, why should it be hard,
To trust our Maker with the soul He gave,

Or Him who died that soul to save ?

Into His hands commit thy trembling spirit,

Who gave His life for thine.
Guilty, fix all thy trust upon his merit :

To Him thy heart resign.
Oh, give Him love for love, and sweetly fall

Into His hands who is thy All.

" TO ABIDE IN THE FLESH IS MORE NEEDFUL.

I will take refuge in my God

From man, and sin, and woe.
Fain would I drop this mortal clod,

To know as angels know;
And love as angels love,

And be as angels pure.
It is all light, pure light above-

Bliss unalloyed and sure.

But shall I shun the sacred fight

Which good maintains with ill ?
No; strong in my Redeemer's might,

Be mine to wrestle still.
Here only, in this strife,

Can I his soldier be:
Here only spend or lose a life

For Him who died for me.

Nor would I too impatient pry

The awful veil within ;
Or scan the’ appalling mystery

Of God-resisting sin.
Oh, let me be content

For Heaven's own light to stay. The night, the night, is well-nigh spent :

Ere long it will be day.

“ HE THAT DWELLETI IN LOVE, DWELLETH IN GOD,

AND GOD IN HIM.”

To love, where love is shewn to me,

With smile a smile to greet-
Where tempers, tastes, and thoughts agree,

In friendship’s bonds to meet

To light at other's torch the flame,

And burn, one common fire-
To list the chord, and strike the same

On a responsive wire

This were not hard, 'twere but to own

The force of nature's might,
Who ever wakes a kindred tone,

Where harmonies unite.

But for the living torch to burn,

Tho' all around be chill-
Where kindly acts meet no return,

To feed love's fervours still

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