TEARS FOR THE DEAD.

If tears availed to wake the dead

If grief might call the lost-loved back-
For thee were tears unnumbered shed,
Our sighs were wafted on thy track:
Yet no!-In sorrow for our loss

Should we forget thy glorious gain?
Oh! what might tempt thy steps to cross
Again life's dark and toilsome main ?

Should tears be shed for thee! who now,
In yon far Heaven of glory bright,
Art bathing thy celestial brow,

In floods of pure and liquid light?-
With the angelic host enrolled,

And sharing in their bless'd employ— Who tune their harps of shining gold To everlasting songs of joy!

In that bless'd world no tears can dim
The glory of the ransomed soul;
But joyous song of Seraphim

Through all undying ages roll.

Then should we mourn that thou art gone

From world like ours, where griefs abound,

To prove the brightness of that dawn,

Where never dark'ning cloud is found?

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No! loved one, no!-upon thy bier
No tears of vain regret be shed;
We joy thou art no longer here,

With life's dark snares encompassed ;— That, with the loved of God, on high, Thou dwellest in eternal day,

Where tears are wiped from every eye, And grief and sighing flee away

ELEGIAC.

IN MEMORY OF JOHN NEWTON WILSON, OB. FEB. 23, 1844.

ANOTHER Stricken from the roll of life!
Another added to the lost on earth!
Another joined to the innumerous host
Of every nation, kindred, tribe and tongue,
Who circle the Eternal Throne, and hymn
The praise of God and of the Lamb!

On earth

No more shall he make with us his abode;
Exposed to life's rude buffetings and storms,
Partaker with us of the toil and care,

The strife and turmoil of this mortal state!
No more for him shall wake the vernal Spring,
Vocal with melody of warbling birds ;
No more smile Summer, redolent of flowers,
Or teeming Autumn, rich with golden store

Of Earth's outpourings in the lap of man; No more bleak Winter's fierce and howling storm For him shall darken all without, to make Home's light within, by contrast, doubly bright! For him-alas, for us !-on earth, no more Shall be the converse sweet of loving friends, Endeared by kindly intercourse-for them, no more The warm outpourings of that heart, imbued With kindness, meekness, gentleness and love! Not now for him will Learning spread her page, For him so eagerly who conned it o'er! Or Science, with her rich and varied hoard, Tempt the inquiring mind, which wearied not Till now in the pursuit! Nor yet, for him, That high and holy calling, which he sought: To break the bread of life to hungry souls; To clothe the naked with the robe of truth; Reclaim the wandering-bind the broken heart, And whisper peace and pardon to the lost ;God's minister unto a dying world!

We mourn

That we on earth a friend have lost! We weep
That we shall see his face no more!

And yet

In this would we rejoice:-That he has passed

From his frail tenement of earthly dust,

Home to the bosom of his Father, GOD!

ELEGIA C.

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His now the Father's many-mansioned houseHis the bright crown of glory-his the song Of that high multitude, no man can number, Of the redeemed, who stand before the throne, And rest not, day nor night, to tune their harps: TO HIM that loved and washed them from their sins; TO HIM that made them kings and priests to God; To HIM that sitteth on the throne-to HIM Be honour, blessing, glory, might and power, Forever and forevermore!

We joy

That he has gone where Death can never come,

For there no more is sickness! Not there shine
The sun by day, and the pale moon by night;
But God's own glory is his people's light!
There pain and anguish, sorrow, sin and wo
May never enter! Thirst and hunger there
Can come not-for the Lamb his flock will feed,
And to the heavenly fountains, pure and blest,
Of living waters lead-and God himself
Shall wipe away all tears from every eye!

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