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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;
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.
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
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.
O COME from a world were sorrow and gloom
Chastise the allurements of joy;
Save the meteor that shines to destroy;
had no charm, Where the wounded have wept, but still needed
O come from a world where the landscape is chill,
Or deceitfully blossoming fair,
The night-shade luxuriates there:
O come from a world where the cup of delight
Now sparkles and foams at the brim;
Its lustre, repentance shall dim:
O come from a world where they that beguile
Will lead thee to peril and fears;
Has found it the prelude to tears:
I DREAMED of loveliness. The gay romance