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" Prisoner, long detain'd below;
Prisoner, now with freedom blest ;
Welcome, from a world of woe,
Welcome to a land of rest !"

Thus thy GUARDIAN Angel sang,
As he bore thy soul on high;
While with Hallelujahs rang
All the region of the sky.

-Ye that mourn a Father's loss, Ye that weep a Friend no more! Call to mind the CHRISTIAN cross, Which your FRIEND, your FATHER bore.

Grief and penury and pain
Still attended on his way,
And Oppression's scourge and chain,
More unmerciful than they.

Yet while travelling in distress,
('Twas the eldest curse of sin)
Through the world's waste wilderness,
He had paradise within.

And along that vale of tears,
Which his humble footsteps trod,
Still a shining path appears,
Where the MOURNER walk'd with GOD

Till his MASTER, from above,
When the promised hour was come,
Sent the chariot of his love

To convey the WANDERER home.

Saw ye not the wheels of fire,
And the steeds that cleft the wind ?

Saw ye not his soul aspire,
When his mantle dropp'd behind ?

Ye who caught it as it fell,
Bind that mantle round your breast;
So in you his meekness dwell,
So on you his spirit rest!

Yet, rejoicing in his lot,
Still shall Memory love to weep
O'er the venerable spot
Where his dear cold relics sleep.

Grave! the guardian of his dust,
Grave ! the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust
Rests in hope again to rise.

Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls-
“ Soul, rebuild thine house of clay;
IMMORTALITY thy walls,
And ETERNITY thy day!"

THE

THUNDER-STORM.

O FOR Evening's brownest shade!

Where the breezes play by stealth In the forest-cinctured glade,

Round the hermitage of HEALTH: While the noon-bright mountains blaze In the sun's tormenting rays.

O'er the sick and sultry plains,

Through the dim delirious air, Agonizing silence reigns,

And the wanness of despair : NATURE faints with fervent heat, Ah! her pulse hath ceased to beat !

Now in deep and dreadful gloom,

Clouds on clouds portentous spread, Black as if the day of doom

Hung o'er NATURE's shrinking head: Lo! the lightning breaks from high, -God is coming !-God is nigh!

Hear

ye

not his chariot wheels, As the mighty thunder rolls ? NATURE, startled NATURE reels,

From the centre to the poles ; Tremble !_Ocean, Earth, and Sky ! Tremble !–God is passing by!

Darkness, wild with horror, forms

His mysterious hiding-place; Should He, from his ark of storms,

Rend the veil, and shew his face,

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