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Kind Benefactor ! plant within this bosom
And spring eternal.
Then place them in those everlasting gardens,
WHEN Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;
The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;
Shall Man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade,
Of highest God! that loves bis creatures so,
That blessed angels he sends to and fro,
How oft do they their silver bowers leave,
And all for love, and nothing for reward :
Along the stream the living chariot bearing, Are ye forever to your skies departed ? With its high crystal arch, intensely pure!* Oh! will ye visit this dim world no more? And the dread rushing of your wings that Ye whose bright wings a solemn splendour hour, darted
Was like the noise of waters in their
power. Thro' Eden's fresh, and flowering shades of yore?
But in the Olive-Mount, by night appearing, Now are the fountains dried on that sweet Midst the dim leaves, your holiest work was spot,
done!And ye-our faded earth beholds you not! Whose was the voice that came divinely
cheering, Yet, by your shining eyes not all forsaken, Fraught with the breath of God to aid his Man wandered from his Paradise away ;
Son ?Ye, from forgetfulness his heart to waken, Haply of those that on the moonlit plains, Came down, high guests ! in many a later Wafted good-tidings unto Syrian swains.
day, And with the Patriarchs under vine and oak,
Yet one more task was yours 1-your heaMidst noontide calm, or hush of evening venly dwelling spoke.
Ye left, and by th' unseal'd sepulchral stone
In glorious raiment sat; the weepers telling From you, the veil of midnight darkness That He they sought, had triumph'd, and rending,
was gone! Came the rich mysteries to the sleeper's eye, Now have ye left us for the brighter shore, That saw your hosts ascending and de- Your presence lights the lonely groves no scending,
more! On those bright steps between the earth and sky;
But may ye not, unseen, around us hover, Trembling he woke and bow'd o'er glory's With gentle promptings and sweet influence trace,
yet? And worshipp'd awe-struck in that fearful Tho' the fresh glory of those days be over, place.
When, midst the palm-trees, man your foot
steps met? By Chebar's brook ye pass'd, such glory
wearing, As mortal vision might but ill endure;
* Ezekiel : chap. i.
Are ye not near when Faith and Hope rise A kingly character he bears, high,
No change his priestly office knows; When Love by strength o’ermasters agony? | Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.
Salvation shines upon his face ; When Martyrs, all things for his sake re- His robe is of th' ethereal dye, signing,
His steps are dignity and grace.
Nor stoops to take applause from earth ; One, one is near-a Spirit, holier still! The King of kings himself maintains
Th' expences of his heavenly birth.
The noblest creature seen below,
HONOUR and happiness unite,
My soul is ravish'd at the thought!