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Pearls without price! and do ye

lie Buried with years beyond the flood?

Not wholly so-across the night

That else had wrapt us in its shade; The finger, dipt in lovely light

Of holy hope and heaven, is laid:

And in its shining beams is seen

The christian army's onward march; Whose spears are of immortal sheen,

Whose banner is the rainbow's arch

Of promise, to a fallen world,

That sin's advancing, whelming wave, While Mercy's symbol is unfurled,

Shall not be a redeemless grave.

Onward, they go; of various hue,

And tribes of east and western sun; But kindred is the hope in view,

The warriors of the Cross are one.

And mid their closing ranks, behold

The Ark, the Church of God! the song, Beneath where wings of glory fold,

Goes up in grandeur from the throng.

Onward! the battle is the Lord's,

To wage triumphant war with sin; To die, and reach sublime rewards,

To fall, and yet the conquest win.

Years may pass on, and all that earth

Imperishable deemed, may fade;
And Time, that marked her empires’ birth,

See them in his sepulchre laid;

Yet onward, o'er the mighty wreck,

Shall press the immortal victor band; And rebel nations bow the neck

To Him whose is the heathen land.

Till o'er a world by love subdued,

High Heaven takes up the conqueror's strain; And voices of earth's multitude,

Repeat the joyful song again.

O God! while moments mark their round,

Still guard us in that mortal fray; And o’er us, in thy battles found,

Reveal the star of victory's day.


When thou calmly sleepest in the dust, love!

And on thy grave the tall grass grows, Will it be thine to think of him, love!

Whose widowed tear, in secret flows?

When thou gladly seekest thy native bowers,

And revellest in thy Eden bliss,

Wilt thou not, as thou weavest yon world's flowers,

Lend a thought to the few Love gave in this?

When mortality's tie is loosed, and never
Shall delights that have charmed thee, charm thee

more, When the cloud of grief has gone, and forever,

And the sigh and tear alike, are o'er;

Say, wilt thou not, sometimes, love!

Awhile, leave the shrines that ceaseless burn; And warmed with the glow of remembrance, love!

To the scenes of affection, fondly return?

0, surely, thy spirit will meet in heaven,

Some dear reminiscence of days that have flown; And the thought that to the past is given,

Will be pure as the holiest before the throne!


O COME from a world were sorrow and gloom

Chastise the allurements of joy;
A pathway bedimmed, with no rays to illume,

Save the meteor that shines to destroy;
Where the thoughtless have revelled when mirth

had no charm, Where the wounded have wept, but still needed

the balm.

O come from a world where the landscape is chill,

Or deceitfully blossoming fair,
The garden gives promise of bright flowers, still

The night-shade luxuriates there:
That sky now serene blushing lovely and clear,
O heed not its beauty, the storm cloud is near.

O come from a world where the cup of delight

Now sparkles and foams at the brim;
For the laurels that wreath it reflection shall blight,

Its lustre, repentance shall dim:
The lips that convivial have pledged thee the bowl,
Shall blanch with confusion when fear rives the


O come from a world where they that beguile

Will lead thee to peril and fears;
For the heart that confiding has welcomed its smile,

Has found it the prelude to tears:
Come then, there's a path by the reckless untrod,
O come, weary wanderer! it leads to thy God,

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I DREAMED of loveliness. The gay romance
Of vagrant fancy, in fair vision came.-
Hope waved her wings, and Expectation, big
With promise, hovered. On a river's brink
Methought I stood, whose tranquil waters slept
Beneath the sunbeam. Mighty vessels rode
Upon the curling billow. The tall barque,
Her streamers floating on the breeze, urged on,
With Laughter at the helm, and one
Built by the hand of Pleasure for her own,
Sped foremost of the train. A lovely skiff,
By fairy toil apportioned. Her light prow,
Glided in beauty o'er the sparkling deep,
With speed that mocked the dolphin. Her white sail,
As now it caught the sun's reflected ray,
Coursing along the waters, to the eye,
Seemed like a fleecy cloud, with burnished skirts,
Descending from its height to kiss the wave.
Her freight was Childhood. Suddenly the sun
Withdrew his fires, and night usurped the day.
The tempest gathered, and rude startling peals
Rolled o'er the firmament. With fitful scream,
The affrighted sea-bird fled its troubled nest, -
The deep rose up to heaven, the lurid glare
Of lightning flashed on death—I saw no more.
Again I looked, the barque had disappeared,
But ever and anon the rifted tide
Disclosed the shattered rib, or broken spar,
Sole relics of its beauty. Men beheld,
And some with apathy—some mourned. I dreamed
Yet once again, and to my view was one

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