2. Art thou doomed in a far distant region to roam, To meet the cold gaze of the stranger; Dost thou yearn for the smiles of the loved ones at home, And thou 'lt mingle once more With the loved ones on shore "For we'll all meet again in the morning." 3. Dost thou miss the sweet voice of a fond loving wife, Whose music brought balm to thy sorrow; Didst thou see her decline in the sunset of life, Nor felt one bright hope for the morrow? O, cheer up, dear brother! the night may be dark, Of all ties bereft, One hope is still left "We'll all meet again in the morning." 4. Art thou wearied, O pilgrim, on life's desert waste; Dost thou sigh for the shade of the wild-wood; Have the world's choicest fruits proved bitter to taste, O, cheer up, poor pilgrim, faint not on thy way, Shall arise from the dead "And all will be bright in the morning!" 5. O, servant of Christ! too heavy the cross, But cheer up, dear brother! the night can not last, Then the trials of earth We have borne from our birth, "Will all be made right in the morning!" H. CLAY PREUSS H LXXXII. TELL ME, YE WINGED WINDS. 1. TELL me, ye winged winds, Where, free from toil and pain, The loud wind softened to a whisper low, 2. Tell me, thou mighty deep, And friendship never dies? The loud waves rolling in perpetual flow, 3. And thou, serenest moon, That with such holy face Might find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, 4. Tell me, my secret soul, Where grief may find a balm, And weariness a rest? Faith, IIcpe, and Love-best boons to mortals given-- Waved their bright wings, and whispered-"Yes! in heaven!" CHARLES MACKAY. LXXXIII.-ON A SURVEY OF THE HEAVENS, BEFORE 1. Yɛ many twinkling stars who yet do hold And sagely comprehend-thence higher soaring-- Of boundless space, above the rolling spheres 2. The angelic hosts, in their inferior heaven, From orb to orb, to the remotest verge 3. Oh! 'tis this heavenly harmony which now For Thou art full of universal love, 4. Oh! when reflecting on these truths sublime, The gauds and honors of the world appear ! How vain ambition! Why has my wakeful lamp H. K. WHITE. LXXXIV.-DEFENSE OF PULPIT ELOQUENCE. 1. It is sufficiently evident that eloquence has a strong influence over the minds and passions of men. I do not call the attention of the reader to those compositions which filled Athens with valor, which agitated or calmed, at the will of the orator, the bosoms of a thousand warriors, and which all nations have consented to immortalize. The thunder, which Demosthenes hurled at the head of Philip, continues to roll to the present hour; and his eloquence, stripped as it is of action and utterance, mutilated by time, and enfeebled by translation, is yet powerful enough to kindle in our bosoms, at this remote age, a fire, which the hand of death has extinguished in the hearts of those who were originally addressed! We pass over, also, the eloquence which Cicero poured out, in a torrent so resistless, that the awful senate of Rome could not withstand its force; an eloquence that could break confederacies, disarm forces, control anarchy-an eloquence that years can not impair, age can not weaken, time can not destroy! 2. But we appeal to its influence, in an age et very remote, nor very unlike the present, in a neighboring country, in the ministerial profession. The name of Massillon was more attractive than all the perfumes that Arabia could furnish; and this was the incense that filled the churches of spiritual Babylon. The theater was forsaken, while the church was crowded; the court forgot their amusements, to attend the preacher; and his spirit-controlling accents drew the monarch from his throne to his feet, stopped the impetuous stream of dissipation, and compelled the mocking world to listen! 3. This is not a picture delineated by fancy, but a representation of facts; and it is well known that no fashionable amusements had attractions when the French bishop was to ascend the pulpit. While he spoke, the king trembled; while he denounced the indignation of God against a corrupted court, nobility shrunk into nothingness; while he described the horrors of a judgment to come, infidelity turned pale, and the congregation, unable to support the thunder of his language, rose from their seats in agony! Let these instances suffice to show the power of eloquence, the influence which language, well chosen, has upon the mind of man, who alone, of all the creatures of God, is able to transmit his thoughts through the medium of speech, to know, to relish, and to use the charms of language. 4. I am well aware that an argument is deduced from the power of eloquence against the use of it in the pulpit. "It is liable to abuse," say they; "it tends to impose upon the understanding, by fascinating the imagination." Most true, it is liable to abuse; and what is there so excellent in its nature that is not? The doctrines of grace have been abused to licentiousness; and the liberty of christianity "used as a cloak of maliciousness." This, however, is no refutation of those doctrines, no argument against that liberty. Because eloquence has been abused, because it has served Anti-Christ, or rendered sin specious, is it, therefore, less excellent in itself? or is it, for that reason, to be rejected from the service of holiness? No; let it be employed in the service of God, and it is directed to its noblest ends; it answers the best of purposes! |