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** The loved hour of repose is striking, Let us come to the Sunset Tree."-See Captain Sherer's interesting " Notes and Reflections during a Ramble in Germany."

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Heard'st thou, while with dews of night
Sho ne its berries darkly bright?
Yes! the whisperer seem'd to say

"All things all things pass away! VOL. II.

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“In my home no hearth is crown'd
Through my halls no wine foams round,
By my gates hath ceased the lay-
All thingsmall things pass away!"

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THE MOTHER AND CHILD.

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THE MOTHER AND CHILD.

WHERE art thou, Boy ?-Heaven, Heaven! the babe is play.

ing, Even on the margin of the dizzy steep! Haste-hush a breath, my agony betraying,

And he is gone!-beneath him rolls the deep! Could I but keep the bursting cry suppressid And win him back in silence to my breast !

ing,

Thou’rt safe - Thou com'st with smiles my fond arms meet.

Blest, fearless child I, I have tasted death!
Nearer! that I may feel thy warm heart beating!

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And see thy bright hair floating in my breath!
Nearer! to still my bosom's yearning pain,
I clasp thee now, mine own! thou'st here again!

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ANGEL VISITS.

ANGEL VISITS.

No more of talk, where God or Angel guest
With man, as with his friend, familar used
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast.

Milton.

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Are ye for ever to your skies departed?
Ob ! will ye visit this dim world no more?
Ye whose bright wings a solemn splendour darted
Thro' Eden's fresh and flowering shades of yore?
Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot,
And yemour faded earth beholds you not!

Yet, by your shining eyes not all forsaken,
Man wandered from bis Paradise away;
Ye, from forgetfulness his heart to waken,
Came down, high guests! in many a later day,
And with the Patriarchs under vine or oak,
Midst noontide calm or hush of evening spoke.

From you, the veil of midnight darkness rending,
Came the rich mysteries to the sleeper's eye,
That saw your hosts ascending and descending,
On those bright steps between the earth and sky;
Trembling he woke, and bow'd o'er glory's trace,
And worshipp'd, awe-struck, in that fearful place.

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