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Delayed it may be for more lives yet,
Through worlds I shall traverse, not a fewMuch is to learn and much to forget
Ere the time be come for taking you. But the time will come,—at last it will,
When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still,
That body and soul so pure and gay ? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine,
And your mouth of your own geranium's redAnd what you would do with me, in fine,
In the new life come in the old one's stead, I have lived, I shall say, so much since then,
Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men,
Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes;
soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed meAnd I want and find you, Evelyn Hope !
What is the issue ? let us see !
My heart seemed full as it could hold—
smile And the red young mouth and the hair's young
gold. So, hush,- I will give you this leaf to keep
See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand. There, that is our secret! go to sleep: You will wake, and remember, and understand.
Earth and Heaven. IN N hell no life, in heaven no death there is ; In earth both life and death, both bale and
bliss : In heaven's all life, no end, nor new supplying; In hell's all death, and yet there is no dying. Earth (like a partial ambidexter) doth Prepare for death, or life, prepares for both: Who lives to sin in hell his portion's given, Who dies to sin, shall after live in heaven.
Though earth my nurse be, heaven, be thou
Ten thousand deaths let me endure rather
Entrance into Bliss.
In what unseen, celestial sphere,
to rest in sadness here.
Roam they the crystal fields of light,
O’er paths by holy angels trod,
Their home, thé Paradise of God ?
Soul of the just! and canst thou soar
Amidst those radiant spheres sublime, Where countless hosts of heaven adore,
Beyond the bounds of space or time? And canst thou join the sacred choir,
Through heaven's high dome the song to raise, Where seraphs strike the golden lyre
In ever-during notes of praise ?
That blows o'er time's eventful sea,
The bright wave of eternity!
Of such a transient world as this,
W. O. PEABODY.
And pours increasing day.
Oh! what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom :
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud hosannas sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn,
To nations yet unborn.
With strong compassion moved,
To save the souls He loved. The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his soul in death;
With his expiring breath.
The hope of Judah’s line ;
On aught so much divine. And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies; While broke, beneath his powerful cross,
Death’s iron sceptre lies.
Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below;
And boundless blessings flow.
A brother's pity flows;
With memory of our woes.
Glad homage let me give;
live. ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD.
GOT me flowers to strew thy way;
I got me boughs off many a tree: But thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. The sun arising in the east,Though he give light, and the east perfume; If they should offer to contest With thy arising, they presume. Can there be any day but this, Though many suns to shine endeavour ? We count three hundred, but we miss : There is but one, and that one ever.