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High thoughts!
They visit us

In moments when the soul is dim and dark

ened;

They come to bless,

After the vanities to which we hearkened. When weariness hath come upon the spirit— (Those hours of darkness which we all inherit) Bursts there not through a glimpse of warm sunshine,

A winged thought, which bids us not repine?
In joy and gladness,

In mirth and sadness,

Come signs and tokens:
Life's angel brings,
Upon its wings,

Those bright communings

The soul doth keep

Those thoughts of heaven.
So pure and deep.

XXIII.

"An inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, that fadeth not away."-1 Peter i. 4.

THERE is a land, where everlasting suns

Shed everlasting brightness-where the soul Drinks from the living streams of Love, that roll By God's high throne ;-myriads of glorious ones

Bring there th' accepted offering. O how blest
To look from this dark prison to that shrine,
To inhale one breath of Paradise divine-
And enter into that eternal rest

Which waits the sons of God! Remote from

care,

Remote from disappointment, to employ
Hours never-ending in the courts of joy,
And wear a crown of heavenly splendour there!
With such a destiny-what earthly fear,
What earthly woe, shall cloud my spirit? None.
Forward, then, forward to the golden throne!
Why should our restless wishes linger here?
See from the clouds a smiling angel calls,
"Come hither, Christian !-Open is the door-
The path is straight-delay not, doubt no more,
Lo! thou art welcome to the heavenly halls."
Father, I go !—I hear th' inviting sound-
No more shall earthly objects dim my eyes-
Away, away the world's dull vanities!
I hasten on-to heaven, to Eden bound.

XXIV.

"Father, I will that they also, whom Thou hast given me, be with me where I am."-John xvii. 24.

WHEN trembling on the awful bourn
Which bounds life's transitory stage,
Tranquil my dying thoughts shall turn
Back on the well-spent pilgrimage :
While visions, robed in glory bright,
Beam thro' life's evening shade serene,
From heaven's eternal isles of light;

What tho' the waters roll between ?
The arm that oft hath saved, shall save;
Death has no terrors now for me.-
Where is thy sting, O where, thou grave?
O, Death! where is thy victory?
Methinks I see the flow'rets bloom
Even now on Eden's vernal shore;
Methinks I feel the breezes come

To waft the enfranchis'd prisoner o'er;
Methinks a light as soft as sweet

Smiles on me as the pale moon's ray; Methinks I heard the angels greet,

"Come hither, spirit, come!"-they say.