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ANONYMOUS. Spring, an Emblem of the Resurrection. 1 All nature dies, and lives again:
The Aowers that paint the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield,
Ať winter's stormy blast,
A desolated waste.
Anew shall deck the plain;
And flourish green again.
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
The slumbers of the tomb.
The bed of peaceful rest,
And mingle with the blessed !
I'll wait Heaven's high decree,
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The wonders of Almighty power;
Toh 4 Who
There is a God, all-good, all-wise,'
A thousand rural beauties bring;
Bids all the sons of earth rejoice.
To see her offspring lifeless lie;
And breathes new life through every vein. 4 How emblematic of that day,
The glorious resurrection morn,
Irregular M. ANONYMOUS.
'I would not live alway.'
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
Temptation without, and corruption within :
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no - welcome the tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ;
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul,
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BOWRING. The Hope of another Life. 1 IF all our hopes and all our fears
Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;
Or, who could venture then to live?
Where mist and clouds eternal spread
Who, dwell in darkness and in death?
Of our divine religion given;
Bright is the golden sun above,
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each night thy truth record. 2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days, Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise. 3 But we expect a day
Still brighter far than this,
To realms of light and bliss.
Shall burst upon our sight;
Be drowned in endless light. 5 Nor shall that radiant day,
So joyfully begun,
Beneath the setting sun.
Are thy compassions, Lord! Eternity thy love shall show,
ANONYMOUS. The World to come. 1 THERE is a world we have not seen,
That wasting time can ne'er destroy,
Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy. 2 That world to come! and O how blest!
Fairer than prophets ever told;
One half its blessedness unfold. 3 It is all holy and serene, -
The land of glory and repose ;
No tear of sorrow ever flows.
'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers;
For there are known no evening hours. 5 No,- for this world is ever bright
With a pure radiance all its own;
Flow round it from th' eternal Throne. 6 There forms, unseen by mortal eye,
Too glorious for our sight to bear,
God on high,
S. M. *MRS. STEELE.
Unbounded glories rise,