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power to recall to mind, that your early days were not only innocent, but useful, and devoted to the service of your Creator. To look back on a life, no season of which was spent in vain ; to number up the days, the months, and the years, spent in the service of God, will be inward rapture, only to be felt. This will cause the evening of life to smile, and make your departure like a setting sun.
I shall conclude with one consideration, which I hope will have weight; and that is, if you seek God now in the days of youth, you are certain of success. Go out in the morning of youth, and you are sure to gather the manna of everlasting life. God himself will bend from his throne, and teach your spirits to approach unto him. They who seek him early shall find him, and shall be guarded from evil on his holy mountain. LOGAN.
IF THAT HIGH WORLD which lies beyond
Lost in thy light-Eternity!
It must be so; 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o'erleap the gulph, Yet cling to Being's severing link. Oh! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
THE WILD GAZELLE.
THE WILD GAZELLE on Judah's hills
Exulting yet may bound,
And drink from all the living rills
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
The cedars wave on Lebanon,
But Judah's statlier maids are gone!
More blest each palm that shades those plains
Than Israel's scattered race;
For, taking root, it there remains
In solitary grace:
It cannot quit its place of birth,
But we must wander witheringly,
And where our fathers' ashes be,
Our own may never lie:
Our temple hath not left a stone,
And Mockery sits on Salem's throne.
THOU whose spell can raise the dead,
Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud:
From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame,
"Why is my sleep disquieted?
"Who is he that calls the dead? "Is it thou, O King? Behold,
"Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: :: "Such are mine; and such shall be ..
"Thine, to-morrow, when with me:
"Ere the coming day is done,
"To thy heart thy hand shall guide:
"Crownless, breathless, headless fall,on. onora biri. "Son and sire, the house of Saul !”, saleet"
WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS this suffering clay,
Ah, whither strays the immortal mind ?
It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
Then, unembodied, doth it tracewa
A thing of eyes, that all survey?.
Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
Before Creation peopled earth,
Its eye shall roll through chaos back;
Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,