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From Nature's magic hand, whose touch makes sadness Eventual gladness,

The reverent moral Alchemist may learn

The art to turn

Fate's roughest, hardest, most forbidding dross,
Into the mental gold that knows not change or loss. -

Lose we a valued friend?-To soothe our woe

Let us bestow

On those who still survive an added love,

So shall we prove,

Howe'er the dear departed we deplore,

In friendship's sum and substance no diminished

store.

Lose we our health?

Now may we fully know

What thanks we owe

For our sane years, perchance of lengthened scope:

Now does our hope

Point to the day when sickness, taking flight,

Shall make us better feel health's exquisite delight.

In losing fortune, many a lucky elf

Has found himself. ·

As all our moral bitters are designed

To brace the mind,

And renovate its healthy tone, the wise

Their sorest trials hail as blessings in disguise.

There is no gloom on earth; for God above

Chastens in love,

Free from alloy.

Transmuting sorrows into golden joy

His dearest attribute is still to bless,

And man's most welcome hymn is grateful cheerful.

ness.

THE HEART'S SANCTUARY.

FOR man there still is left one sacred charter ;
One refuge still remains for human woes.

Victim of care! or persecution's martyr!
Who seek'st a sure asylum from thy foes,
Learn that the holiest, safest, purest, best,
Is man's own breast.

There is a solemn sanctuary founded

By God himself; not for transgressors meant; But that the man oppressed, the spirit wounded, And all beneath the world's injustice bent, Might turn from outward wrong, turmoil and din, To peace within!

Andrews Norton.

1786-1853.

He has

gone

THE DEPARTED SPIRIT.

to his God; he has gone to his home,

No more amid peril and error to roam ;

His eyes are no longer dim;
His feet will no more falter;

No grief can follow him ;

There are

No pang

his cheek can alter.

paleness, and weeping, and sighs below;

For our faith is faint, and our tears will flow;

But the harps of heaven are ringing ;
Glad angels come to greet him,
And hymns of joy are singing,

While old friends press to meet him.

O! honored, beloved, to earth unconfined,
Thou hast soared on high, thou hast left us behind.

But our parting is not forever,

We will follow thee by heaven's light
Where the grave cannot dissever
The souls whom God will unite:

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My God, I thank Thee! may no thought
E'er deem Thy chastisement severe;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;

The sun shines bright, and man is gay ; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom, That darkens o'er his little day.

Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know ;
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

Thy various messengers employ ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
And 'mid the wreck of human joy,

Let kneeling Faith adore Thy will.

ON A FRIEND'S DEATH.

Dost thou, amid the rapturous glow

With which thy soul her welcome hears, Dost thou still think of us below,

Of earthly scenes, of human tears?

Perhaps e'en now thy thoughts return
To when in summer's moonlight walk,
Of all that now is thine to learn,

We framed no light or fruitless talk.

How vivid still past scenes appear!
I feel as though all were not o'er;
As though 'twere strange I cannot hear
Thy voice of friendship yet once more.

We meet again! A little while,

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And where thou art 1 too shall be ;
And then, with what an angel smile
Of gladness, thou wilt welcome me!

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