Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Gray

Trust in God's Providence

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Rogers

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SELECTIONS IN POETRY.

The Land of my Birth.

H. E. Burton.

DEAR shades of my country! dear land of my birth!
Dear hills and dear forests; dear valleys and streams!
How long shall I roam from thy much beloved earth,
And only behold thee in memory's dream?

Ye dark waving pines, whose deep-murmuring boughs
Shed fragrance and gloom on the turf's verdant breast,
Oh when while pale hare-bells encircle my
brow,

Oh when, in your shadows again shall I rest?

The sweet evening chime that enchanted my ear,
As borne o'er the waters at sunset from far,

I never again with soft transport shall hear,
Nor watch the bright vane, that arose like a star.

Dear scenes of my childhood! dear haunts of my youth!
Ye never may greet me, or echo my name;

But she who has loved you with ardour and truth
Will still love through absence and distance the same!

My country! my country! for thee do I weep-
And I sigh to behold thy white rocks and green earth!
In silence I mourn that mine ashes must sleep
Far far from thy bosom, dear land of my birth!

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The World Restored.

J. Edmeston, Esq.

THIS world was once a paradise :
When will it be again?

When sin shall have its overthrow,
And righteousness shall reign;

When sea and shore hill - plain and dell

Shall own thy power, Emannuel!

Who could look on this universe,

Its ever-varied face,

Its beautiful sublimities,

And every softer grace,

And not confess how passing fair,
Had evil never enter'd there?

The glories of the summer-noon,
The splendour of the beam;
The night's more gentle loveliness,
The moon's delicious gleam:

The woods, the waters, each have shone

With countless beauties of their own.

But how hath man with wickedness
The lovely scene defiled!

War rapine murder - cruelty

Transform'd it to a wild;

And hateful spirits spread their wing

Like fiends in Eden revelling.