Until the anxious eye might view, Yes! they have felt as we for you. But oh! how few the joys have known, How fruitless all thy parents' care! If He who rules the earth and seas, Nor blessed the care, nor winged the breeze. 'Tis the Physician, heavenly, true, Whose balms have done so much for you. Sweet friend! oh! may thy lengthened days May every hour in mercy given But fit thee more for Him and heaven! Anon. NIGHT SONG. Friendship! I thought thee once a pleasing thing; I knew not, till I felt, how light! how vain! But flying from our pain. When youth allured me, from my mother's knee, But heavenly care, that did my good intend, Stripped me of these to give me better joys; Removing worldly prospects-substance-friendAnd gave itself in change for earthly toys. Ah ! my dear Lord, how little did I know? When their mourned loss first fixed my smart, That thou might more bestow. ΤΟ Can I forget our childish days? Can I forget those childish days? Ah! no-for these were happy hours, And sorrow had not sought our bowers. Can I forget the happy time? When first I breathed to thee The tale of love, and when the chime Of thy answer came like melody, Of distant music on my ear, So soft, so sweet, but ah, how clear. Ah! no, for memory has the will To trace o'er every scene; To tell us what we were, and still To say what might have been- A mockery of our wretchedness. Then since these days no more return, Since we no more must meet; Since memory still broods o'er the urn Of love and friendship sweet; Farewell, and may thine only tear Be shed upon my lowly bier. Anon. ON THE DEATH OF A CLERGYMAN. If sorrow's holiest tears could bring But all our sorrow is unknown, In that blessed place where thou art gone. |