GO WHERE THE RIVER. Should I, oh God! e'er doubt thy power, Rekindle all that hope divine, 151 MOORE. "GO WHERE THE RIVER." Go where the river glideth gently ever, Glideth through the meadows that the greenest be; Go listen to our own beloved river, And think of me! Wander in forests where the small flower layeth List where the wild brook pineth while it playeth, Watch when the stars are silver pale at even, And think of me! When the moon riseth pale as she were dreaming, And think of me! J. HAMILTON. 152 LINES TO MR. GEORGE BENNET. TO MR. GEORGE BENNET, On his intended visit to Otaheite. Go, take the wings of morn, And where his Spirit bids thee dwell, There, and there only, thou art well. Forsake thy father-land, Kindred, and friends, and pleasant home: In exile though thou roam, Walk there with God, and thou shalt find Double for all thy faith resign'd. Launch boldly on the surge, And in a light and fragile bark Thy path through flood and tempest urge, Like Noah in the ark— Then tread, like him, a new world's shore, Thine altar build, and God adore. LINES TO MR. GEORGE BENNET. Leave our Jerusalem, Jehovah's temple and his rest; Go, where no Sabbath brake on them Till bright, though late, around their isles Amidst that dawn from far, Be thine expected presence shown, And tell them, while they hail the sight, Tell them, his hovering rays Already gild their ocean's brim, Ere long o'er heav'n and earth to blaze: The Sun of Righteousness, who brings Mercy and healing on his wings. Nor thou disdain to teach To savage hordes, celestial truth To infant tongues thy mother's speech Ennobling arts to youth; Till warriors fling their arms aside, O'er bloodless fields the plough to guide. 153 154 LINES TO MR. GEORGE BENNET. Train them, by patient toil, To rule the waves, subdue the ground, Thus, then, in peace depart, And angels guide thy footsteps,-No: That will not let thee go: Yet, go, thy spirit stays with me; Though the wide world between Which I must never pass: Though day and night with thee be chang'd, Yet one in soul-and one In faith, and hope, and purpose yet, Those from whose eyes his orb retires, When thine his morning-beauty fires! LINES TO MR. GEORGE BENNET. When tropic gloom returns, Mark what new stars their vigils keep; The ship of heav'n-the patriarch's Dove, While these enchant thine eye, Till our hearts caught a kindling ray, Those hours, those walks are past! Farewell! we surely meet again 155 J. MONTGOMERY. • The Constellation Crux. |