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Ahout my paths, so shall I fmd
The fair centre of my mini
Thy temple, and those lovely walla
Bright ever with a heam that falls
Fresh from the pure glance of thine eye,
Lighting to eternity;
There I'll dwell, for ever there
Will I find a purer air
To feed my life with, there I'll sop
Balm, and nectar in my cup,
And thence my ripe soul will I hreathe
Warm into the arms of death.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare.
When in the sultry glehe I faint,
Though in a hare and rugged way,
Though in the vale of death I tread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill;
THE HOLY SPIRIT IMPLORED.
Creator, Spirit I hy whose aid
Thou Strength of his Almighty hand,
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Immortal honour, endless fame,
THE HOLY SPIRIT DESIRED,
Oh ! come, with thy olive-hranch, Spirit of love!
As days of " clear shining" that follow the rain,
Thou sacred light, that right from wrong discerns;
Thou safeguard of the soul, thou heaven on earth;
Thou disregarder of its joys and mirth;
Thou prop hy which the pilgrim's woes are horne;
That heds him down to rest on fate's sharp thorn;
Thou voice of mercy when the weary call;
Thou peace, thou rest, thou comfort, all in all:
A RECEIPT FOR HAPPINESS.
Traverse the world, go fly from pole to
Lo! in the mantling howl sweet poisons flow;
Love's softest pleasures terminate in wo;
Even learning ends her vast career in douht,
And puzzling on makes nothing clearly out:
Where then is sov'reign hliss 1 Where doth it grow?
Know, mortal 1 happiness ne'er dwelt helow.
Look towards Heav'n, he Heav'n thy only care;
Spurn the vile earth—go seek thy treasure there.
TRUE AND FALSE GAIETY.
Whom call we gay? That honour has long
heen The hoast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay—the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy clond, while yet the heams Of dayspring overshoot his humhle nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he. But save me from the gaiety of those Whose headachs nail them to a noonday hed; And save me too from theirs, whose haggard eyes Flash desperation, and hetray their pangs, For property stripp'd off hy crnel chance; From gaiety, that fills the hones with pain, The mouth with hlasphemy, the heart with wo.
HAPPINESS NOT EARTHLY.
One morning in the month of May
I wander'd o'er the hill;
My heart was heavy still.
Can God, I thought, the just, the great,
And yet deny to man's estate
Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains,
Ye hlessed hirds around,
Can hliss for man he found I
The hirds wild caroll'd over head,
And nature's awful chorus said—
I question'd Love, whose early ray
So rosy hright appears,
His light was dimm'd hy tears.
I question'd Friendship: Friendshif sigh'd,
And thus her answer gave—
Were wither'd in the grave!
I ask'd if Vice could hliss hestow T
Vice hoasted loud and well.
The horrowed roses fell.
I sought of Feeling, if her skill
And found her mourning, faint, and still,
I question'd Virtue: Virtue sigh'd,
Nor virtue was her name, she cried,
I question'd Death—the grisly shade
Relax'd his hrow severe—
"If virtue guides thee here."
THE WAY TO HAPPINESS.
How long, ye miserahly hlind,
Shall idle dreams engage your mind;
How long the passions make their flight
At empty shadows of delight,
No more in paths of error stray,
The Lord, thy Jesus is the way,
The spring of happiness, and where
Should men seek happiness hut there?
Then run to meet him at your need,
Run with holdness, run with speed.
For he forsook his own ahode
To meet thee more than half the road.
He laid aside his radiant crown,
And love for mankind hrought him down
To thirst and hunger, pain and wo,
To wounds, to death itself helow;
And he that suffered these alone
For all the world, despises none.
To hid the soul that's sick, he clean,
To hring the lost to life again;
To comfort those that grieve for ill,
Thrice happy men ! (or find a phrase
HAPPINESS OF THE CHRISTIAN.
Haffiness! thou lovely name,
Ohject of my first desire,
Lord I it is not life to live,
Whilst I feel thy love to me,
Here, O may I walk with Thee,
RELIGION THE SOURCE OF HAPPINESS.
Is there no power oar darkness to remove?
Yes, those there are who know a Saviour's
love ?. The long.lost joys of Eden to restore? And raise their views to happier seats ahove, Where fear, and pain, and death, shall he
These grateful share the gifts of nature's
hand, And in the varied scenes that round them
shine (Minute and heautiful, or rude and grand) Admire th' amazing workmanship divine.
Blows not a flow'ret in th' enamell'd vale,
For them ev'n vernal nature looks more gay,
They feel the hliss that faith and hope supply; They pass serene th' appointed hours that
hring The day that wafts them to the realms on
high, The day that centers in eternal spring. MONTgOMERY.
Throuch shades and solitudes profound.
Welcome, thrice welcome to his eye,
Thus mortals, hlind and weak helow,
Till mild Religion from ahove
Amhition, pride, revenge depart,
Beyond the narrow vale of time,
At her approach, the grave appears
Baptiz'd with her renewing fire,
Peace, trouhled soul, whose plaintive i Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold the precious halm is fourid,
Which lulls thy pain,which heals thy wound.
Come, freely come, hy sin oppress'd,
Here find thy refuge and thy reat,
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word!
That sheathes th' avenger's glittering sword.
INVITATION TO HAPPINESS.
Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed,
Gay sprang the flowerets of the mead,
'Ihe voice of peace salutes mine ear;
Christ's lovely voice floats through the air.
Pilgrim, hurden'd with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion's gate; There, till mercy speaks within,
Knock and weep, and watch and wait: Knock—he knows the sinner's cry;
\yeep—he love's the mourner's tears; Watch—for saving grace is nigh;
Wait—till heavenly grace appears.
Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!
"Welcome, pilgrim, to thy reatl" Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe and own'd, and hought and hleat. Safe—from all the lures of vice;
Own'd—hy joys the contrite know; Bought hy love—and life the price;
Blest—the mighty deht to owe!
Holy pilgrim! what for thee
In a world like this remains? From thy guarded hreast shall flee
Fear and shame, and douhts and pains. Fear—the hope of heaven shall fly;
Shame—from glory's view retire; Donht—in full helief shall die;
Pain—in endless hliss expire.
Child of man, whose seed helow, Must fulfil their race of wo;