"Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace! T. MOORE. THE WARFARE. THY servants militant below, Have each, O LORD, their post; Some in the van are called to fight, A nobler prize perchance is their's More nobly done, in human eyes, More honoured others, LORD, may be, e; But keep me near Thy Throne ; Light in Thy light content to see, And never in my own. To hold their goal and mine in view, Delighted to sit still; And evermore, if not to do, At least to bear Thy will. THE LAND I LOVE. My heart is bounding onward, Fain would my fainting spirit Its hallowed shades beneath. No soil of nature's evil, No touch of man's rude hand, That bright and happy land. The charms that woo the senses What light! when all its beaming No change, no pause its pleasures The draught that stays our thirsting ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. JOHN H. FORSYTH. How late I saw thee in thy seeming bloom, Nor knew thee ripened for so near a tomb! Who, in that step so brisk, that brow so brave, That look so bright, could antedate thy grave? V Yet wert thou redolent of heaven e'en then, T. GRINFIELD. THE PILGRIM FATHERS. THE breaking waves dashed high And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark Not as the conqueror comes, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear : They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam : And the rocking pines of the forest roared : This was their welcome home. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a Faith's pure shrine. |