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In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies
And death stills the soul's last emotion, O then may the seraph of mercy arise
Like a star on eternity's ocean.
I HAD found out a sweet green spot,
The din of the city disturb'd it not,
But the spirit, that shades the quiet cot
I found that lily's bloom
It smiled, like a star in the misty gloom,
And it sent abroad a soft perfume,
I sat by the lily's bell,
The leaves, that rose in a flowing swell,
Grew faint and dim, then droop'd and fell, And the flower had flown away.
I look'd where the leaves were laid,
And, as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said,
There is many a sweet and blooming maid, Who will soon as dimly die.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
my senses, shuts my sight,
With sounds seraphic ring!
O Death! where is thy sting ?
How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower!
The glory of April and May!
And they wither and die in a day.
Above all the flowers of the field :
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield ! So frail is the youth and the beauty of men,
Though they bloom and look gay like the rose !
Time kills them as fast as he goes.
Since both of them wither and fade;
This will scent like a rose when I'm dead.
THE SETTING SUN.
That setting sun—that setting sun !
So when my pulses cease to play,
“THY WILL BE DONE!"
O THOU whose lips can well repeat
** Thy will be done!”—and dost thou find In the deep musings of thy mind No fear, no hope, no passion there, Thou couldst not freely from thee tear? And darest thou call upon thy God To try thee with his chastening rod, And round the wide world steadfast look, And find no ill thou canst not brook? What! couldst thou see the whirlwind come To tear thee from thy cherish'd home? See the strong arm of death embrace The best beloved of all thy race ? See, undeserved, an evil fame Attaint thy long unsullied name? Feel slow consuming sickness break Thy mind, now impoterrt and weak ? Yet not one murmur ?-If but one, Thou must not say, “Thy will be done !"
No: rather, ere thy spirit dare Adopt the Savior's fervent prayer, The Savior's spirit earnest seek, Enduring, patient, firm, and meek. Go, seek of God a heavenly mind, Active, like His—like His, resign'd: Pray, that thy very prayer may bring No hated, no unwelcome thing; Pray, that the will of Heaven may be Health, joy, and all things else to thee; And, thus the work of prayer begun, Thou well may'st say, “Thy will be done."