With views that reach eternity,

Should shine and vanish like a cloud:
Is there a God? All nature shows

There is, and yet no mortal knows : The mind that could this truth conceive, Which brute sensation never taught, No longer to the dust would cleave, grow immortal with the thought.

But

TO ONE IN AFFLICTION.

LIFT up thine eyes, afflicted soul!
From earth lift up thine eyes,
Though dark the evening shadows roll,
And daylight beauty dies;

One sun is set, a thousand more
Their rounds of glory run,
Where science lends thee to explore

In every star a sun.

Thus when some long loved comfort ends,

And nature would despair,

Faith to the heaven of heaven ascends,

And meets ten thousand there; First faint and small, then clear and bright,

They gladden all the gloom,

And stars, that seem but points of light,

The rank of suns assume.

DE PROFUNDIS.

OUT of the depths of woe
To Thee, O Lord! I cry;
Darkness surrounds me, but I know
That Thou art ever nigh

Then hearken to my voice;

Give ear to my complaint;

Thou bid'st the mourning soul rejoice,

Thou comfortest the faint.

I cast my hope on Thee;

Thou can'st, Thou wilt, forgive;

Wert Thou to mark iniquity,

Who in Thy sight could live?

Humbly on Thee I wait,

Confessing all my sin :

Lord! I am knocking at Thy gate;

Open, and take me in!

Like those, whose longing eyes

Watch, till the morning star

(Though late, and seen through tempests) rise, Heaven's portals to unbar,

Like those I watch and pray,

And, though it tarry long,

Catch the first gleam of welcome day,

Then burst into a song.

Glory to God above!

The waters soon will cease: For, lo! the swift returning dove Brings home the sign of peace.

Though storms His face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud,
Jehovah's covenant is sure,
His bow is in the cloud!

THE SOUL'S IMMORTAL ORIGIN.

THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
And while the mouldering ashes sleep
Low in the ground,

The soul, of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day.

The Sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;

The Soul, immortal as its Sire,

Shall never die.

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FOREVER WITH THE LORD.

"FOREVER with the Lord!" Amen. So let it be !

Life for the dead is in that word,

"Tis immortality. Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam;

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high!
Home of my soul! how near,
At times, to Faith's aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear!

Ah, then my spirit faints,
To reach the land I love ;
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

Yet doubts still intervene,

And all my comfort flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease; While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart, Expands the bow of peace.

"Forever with the Lord!"

Father, if 'tis Thy will,

The promise of Thy gracious word, E'en here to me fulfil.

Be Thou at my right hand,

So shall I never fail ;

Uphold me, and I needs must stand; Fight, and I must prevail.

So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the vail in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.
Knowing" as I am known,"

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, “Forever with the Lord!"