TO A THRUSH,

ON HEARING IT SING IN FEBRUARY.

(Printed in the English Journal, March 20, 1841.) Light-hearted herald of the coming Spring! To fancy's ear, thy wildly-warbling strains Speak of fresh foliage, emerald-tinted plains, And flowers that all around sweet odours fling. Of these yea, more than these thy glad notes bring

Fair promise; for they tell of azure skies,

Bright days, soft breezes, and the melodies Of birds and rills, and insects' tremulous wing. To him, whose healthful frame and gladsome breast Are yet unscathed by withering care or pain, Thy chaunting seems to say, that he again Shall be with vernal joys and pleasures blest. But to the victim of disease or grief, Thy spirit-soothing tale brings small relief!

THE SABBATH MORNING.

'Tis the dawn of the Sabbath: the day of the Lord : The day he hath chosen, and mark'd for his own; Let us go to his temple, and gladly record

Our inscriptions of praise at the foot of his throne.

Let us go and adore him; for in him we live ;

By his Spirit we move, and exist by his pow'r; 'Tis from him we our food and our dwellings receive, And his provident care is our refuge and tow'r.

Let us tell of the mercies and hallow the name

Of our gracious Creator, Redeemer, and Friend; Whose wisdom and love are for ever the sameWhose goodness and truth have no measure nor end.

In his wisdom divine we may fully confide;
Of his love unconfin'd he will freely impart :
Let us own him our sole benefactor and guide:
Let us yield him the homage-the love of the
heart.

Let us go, then, and worship, with reverent awe; Let our praises and prayers to his presence ascend And again, from his perfect, immutable law,

Learn the way to a Sabbath that never shall end.

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If thus the blest hours of the day that's now dawning, To the Lord of the Sabbath be faithfully giv'n, We may hope to awake, on a far brighter morning, To unite in the holier worship of heav'n.

W. Bennett, Printer, 4, Warwick-square, Newgate-street.