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In soul and form I linger still
In the first summer months of life,
But look not thus—I would not give
The wreck of hopes that thou must share, To bid those joyous hours revive
When all around me seem'd so fair. We've wander'd on in sunny weather,
When winds were low, and flowers in bloom, And hand in hand have kept together,
And still will keep, ʼmid storm and gloom,
Has fortune frown'd? Her frowns were vain,
For hearts like ours she could not chill.
But ours grew stronger, firmer still.
Steadfast in calms, in tempests tried ;
Together cleave life's fitful tide
Have we not knelt beside his bed,
And watch'd our first-born blossom die ? Hoped, till the shades of hope had fled,
Then wept, till sorrow's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour,
To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs,
Our bud had left its earthly bower,
And burst to bloom in paradise ?
To share its sunny beams with thee;
To have thee near to weep with me.
From what we were in earlier youth,
Hath left us love in all its truth ;-
ADAM AND ÉVE'S ALTERNATE HYMN.
The all-quickening light is rolling there,
Which bids the shadowy forms emerge
From yon horizon's furthest verge
of birds salutes the day-
Who pours on all his blessing's beam,
Come, let our voices blend with theirs ;
And as their praises float along
I'll lead the grateful hymn, my love!
And thou a sweeter strain shalt bring ;
How shall we celebrate-how sing The Spirit blest that reigns above !
Yes ! let us sing of God—the spring,
The source of all we feel and see;
What theme can be so blest as he-
I'll follow their sublimest flight,
And hill, and wood, and valley bright Shall to the joyous hymn reply.
O Father! we approach thy throne,
Who bidd'st the glorious sun arise ;
All-good, Almighty, and All-wise ! Great source of all things—God alone! We see thee, brighter than the rays
Of the bright sun ; we see thee shine,
As in a fountain's face-divine ;
With one swift word, from senseless clay
Waked, with one glance of heavenly ray, Our never-dying souls from nought. Those souls thou lightedst with the spark
Of thy pure fire, and, gracious still,
Gavest immortality, free will,
God—God be praised! who form’d us thus,
He was, and is, and shall endure :
Pure-he shall make all nature pure, And fix his dwelling here with us. What sweeter thought, what stronger token,
Than that his everlasting hand
Body and soul in holy band
"T is he.whose kind and generous care
This lovely garden's range hath planted,
Where nought that charms desire is wanted, And joy's a guest immortal here; The fount of life, whence waters living
O’erspreading all the garden flow
Bright flowers upon their borders grow, While to the trees life's food they're giving. Here blooms the life-imparting tree,
Whose fruit, just hid in silvery leaves,
Makes man a spirit, and retrieves
Are honey'd manna on our tongue :
Shall not his hallow'd praise be sung, Whom nature sings—the Source of all ?
O blest be he who blessings pours !
Who fills the heart with tenderness,
And with his richest gifts will blessHe wondrous—whom our tongue adores.
A full, o'erflowing horn of good
Upon our Eden he has shower'd,
And peace, and hope, and joy embower'd In its sweet silent solitude.
Yes! now I feel the charm divine,
Yes! now I feel the bliss, the pride,
To press thee, dearest! to my side,
Blest by thy presence, and by thee
Gilded with smiles and purity, May make my exiled soul contented. O sister-daughter-fairest bride,
What shall I call thee?-Paradise
Has million flowers that smiling rise, To kiss thy feet well satisfied.
Love! one shall be our will, and one
Our fate, from the first dawn of day,
When the bright sun begins his way, To when his weary course is done. Peace, tenderness, and joy—a shrine
Sacred to cheerful love-and praise
To him, the Lord of ceaseless days, Who blended thy fond heart with mine!