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" Prisoner, long detain'd below;
Thus thy GUARDIAN Angel sang,
-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
Yet while travelling in distress,
And along that vale of tears,
Till his MASTER, from above,
To convey the WANDERER home.
Saw ye not the wheels of fire,
Saw ye not his soul aspire,
Ye who caught it as it fell,
Yet, rejoicing in his lot,
Grave! the guardian of his dust,
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls-
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!
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,