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Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
What peaceful hours I once gnjoyed,
How sweet their memory still; But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
The dearest idol I have knows,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only Thee.
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb.
Cowper. A FRAGMENT.
V'hen to their airy halls, my father's voice
To mark the spot where earth to earth returns;
No lengthened scroll of virtue and renown;
My epitaph shall be my name alone:
[f that with honour fail to crown my clay,
Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay;
That, only that, shall single out the spot,
By that remembered, or with that forgot.
COMMUNION WITH CHRIST.
When in the hours of lonely woe,
When not even friendship's gentle aid
His counsels and upholding care,
Jesus! in whom but thee alone
My flesh is hastening to decay,
Soon shall this world have passed away;
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
But, oh! be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
When musing sorrow weeps the past,
How sweet to think of peace at last,
Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise,
And dread a father's will;
And would not suffer still.
It is that heaven-taught faith surveys, The path to realms of light;
And longs her eagle plumes to raise, And lose herself in sight.
It is that hope with ardour glows,
So see Him face to face, Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient art to trace.
It is that harassed conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;
And ends her war within.
Oh! let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-born woe and care;
My Saviour's bliss to share.
LANDING OF THE BRITISH ARMY
. The shout grew loud—
A varied scene the changeful vision showed, For, where the ocean mingled with the cloud, A gallant navy stemmed the billows broad. From mast and stern St George's symbol flowed, Blent with the silver cross to Scotland dear; Mottling the sea their landward barges rowed, And flashed the sun on bayonet, brand, and spear, And the wild beach returned the seaman's jovial cheer.
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