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See! how he shudders at the thought of
What doubt and horror hang upon his breath; The gibb’ring teeth, glaz’d eye, and marble
limb,— Shades from the tomb stalk out, and stare
Lo! there, in yonder fancy-haunted room, What mutter'd curses trembled through the
gloom, When pale, and shiv'ring, and bedew'd with
fear, The dying sceptic felt his hour drew near ; From his parch'd tongue no sainted murmurs
No bright hopes kindled at his faint farewell; As the last throes of death convuls'd his cheek, He gnash'd and scowl'd, and raised a hideous
shriek ; Rounded his eyes into a ghastly glare ; Lock'd his white lips and all was mute de.
Go, child of darkness, see a Christian die, No horror pales his lip, or rolls his eye ; No dreadful doubts, or dreamy terrors, start The hope Religion pillows on his heart. When with a dying hand he waves adieu To all who love so well, and weep so true ; Meek, as an infant to the mother's breast Turns fondly longing for its wonted rest, He pants for where congenial spirits stray, Turns to his God, and sighs his soul away.
THE LITTLE WANDERING JEW.
Far, far from Zion, far from God,
O Christian Gentiles! can you hear
Or canst thou view the eastern star, Which brought the wise men from afar, And whilst it shines so bright on you, Forget the darkness of the Jew!
Or canst thou hear thy God's address,
THE PROMISED SAVIOUR.
HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long; Let ev'ry heart exult with joy,
And ev'ry voice be song!
On Him the Spirit, largely shed,
Exerts its sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
He comes !—the pris' ners to relieve,
In Satan's bondage held ;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the inward sight;
To pour celestial light.
He comes !-the broken hearts to bind,
The bleeding souls to cure;
T'enrich the humble poor.
The sacred year has now revolv'd,
Accepted of the Lord; When Heaven's high promise is fulfill'd,
And Israel is restored.
Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace
Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's exalted arches ring
With thy most honour'd name.
VERSES BY THE LATE PRINCESS AMELIA,
DAUGHTER OF GEORGE III.
UNTHINKING, idle, wild, and young,
But when the days of trial came,