When wild, destructive flames shall wrap the skies,
When Chaos triumphs, and when Nature dies;
Man shall alone the wreck of worlds survive,
Midst falling spheres, immortal man shall live!
The voice which bade the last dread thunders roll,
Shall whisper to the good, and cheer their soul.
God shall himself his favour'd creature guide,
Where living waters pour their blissful tide,
Where the enlarged, exulting, wondering mind
Shall soar, from weakness and from guilt refined;
Where perfect knowledge, bright with cloudless rays,
Shall gild eternity's unmeasured days;

Where friendship, unembitter'd by distrust,

Shall in immortal bands unite the just ;
Devotion raised to rapture breathe her strain,
And Love in his eternal triumph reign.

IMMORTAL LIFE.

[ANONYMOUS.]

"LIFE shall spring out of death.” Oh, with that

sound,

Spirit of peace! thou spread'st thy radiant wing, Earth's broken garlands, scatter'd o'er the ground, Bloom forth afresh, as in the dawn of spring. O sons of earth! ye who so oft would twine Her fading blossoms with your hopes divine, Cast, cast those wreaths aside; one hope alone Will bloom when all is faded, lost, and gone To cheer thee in life's latest parting breath, And whisper peace. "Life shall spring out of death!',

IMMORTALITY.

[DANA.]

AND with our frames do perish all our loves?

Do those that take their root, and put forth buds
And their soft leaves, unfolded in the warmth
Of mutual hearts, grow up and live in beauty,
Then fade and fall, like fair unconscious flowers?
Are thoughts and passions that to the tongue give
speech,

And make it send forth winning harmonies,-
That to the cheek do give its living glow,
And vision in the eye the soul intense
With that for which there is no utterance,-
Are these the body's accidents?—no more
To live in it, and, when that dies, go out
Like the burnt taper's flame?

O listen, man!

A voice within us speaks that startling word,

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Man, thou shalt never die !" Celestial voices
Hymn it unto our souls; according harps,
By angel fingers touch'd, when the mild stars
Of morning sang together, sound forth still
The song of our great immortality;

Thick-clustering orbs, and this our fair domain,
The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas,
Join in this solemn, universal song.

O, listen ye, our spirits! drink it in

From all the air! 'Tis in the gentle moonlight;

P

Tis floating 'midst day's setting glories; Night,
Wrapp'd in her sable robe, with silent step
Comes to our bed, and breathes it in our ears:
Night, and the dawn, bright day, and thoughtful eve,
All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse,
As one vast mystic instrument, are touch'd
By an unseen, living Hand, and conscious chords
Quiver with joy in this great jubilee.

The dying hear it, and, as sounds of earth
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony.

GOD, THE EVERLASTING LIGHT OF THE BLESSED.

[DODDRIDGE.]

YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light!

Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night!

And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames array'd,

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts

Where I shall reign with God.

The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display,

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes,

Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.

There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.

"WEEP FOR YOURSELVES AND FOR

YOUR CHILDREN."

[MRS. SIGOURNEY.]

E mourn for those who toil

WE

The slave who ploughs the main,

Or him who hopeless tills the soil

Beneath the stripe and chain;

For those whom, in the world's hard race
O'er-wearied and unblest,

A host of restless phantoms chase,—
Why mourn for those who rest?

We mourn for those who sin,

Bound in the tempter's snare,

Whom syren Pleasure beckons in
To prisons of despair ;

Whose hearts, by whirlwind passions torn,
Are wrecked on folly's shore ;
But why in sorrow should we mourn
For those who sin no more?

We mourn for those who weep,
Whom stern afflictions bend,
With anguish o'er the lowly sleep
Of lover or of friend;

But they to whom the sway

Of pain and grief is o'er,

Whose tears our God hath wiped away-
Oh mourn for them no more!

SINCE

RESIGNATION.

[NORRIS, OF BEMERTON.]

'tis thy sentence I should part

With the most precious treasure of my heart,

I freely that and more resign,

My heart itself, as its delight, is thine;

My little all I give to thee,

Thou gav'st a greater gift, thy Son to me

Take all, great God, I will not grieve
But still will wish that I had still to give;

I hear thy voice, thou bidst me quit
My paradise; I bless and do submit ;
I will not murmur at thy word,

Nor beg thy angel to sheath up his sword.