Ye who caught it as it fell,

Bind that mantle round your

So in

you

his meekness dwell,

So on you his spirit rest!

Yet, rejoicing in his lot,

breast;

Still shall Memory love to weep

O'er the venerable spot

Where his dear cold relics sleep.

Grave! the guardian of his dust,

Grave! the treasury of the skies,

Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise.

Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls— "Soul, rebuild thine house of clay;

IMMORTALITY thy walls,

And ETERNITY thy day!"

THE

THUNDER-STORM.

O FOR Evening's brownest shade! Where the breezes play by stealth In the forest-cinctured glade,

Round the hermitage of HEALTH: While the noon-bright mountains blaze In the sun's tormenting rays.

O'er the sick and sultry plains,
Through the dim delirious air,
Agonizing silence reigns,

And the wanness of despair :

NATURE faints with fervent heat,

Ah! her pulse hath ceased to beat!

Now in deep and dreadful gloom, Clouds on clouds portentous spread, Black as if the day of doom

Hung o'er NATURE'S shrinking head: Lo! the lightning breaks from high, -God is coming!—God is nigh!

Hear ye not his chariot wheels,
As the mighty thunder rolls?
NATURE, startled NATURE reels,
From the centre to the poles;
Tremble!-Ocean, Earth, and Sky!
Tremble!-God is passing by!

Darkness, wild with horror, forms
His mysterious hiding-place;

Should He, from his ark of storms,

Rend the veil, and shew his face,

At the judgment of his eye,

All the universe would die.

Brighter, broader lightnings flash,
Hail and rain tempestuous fall
Louder, deeper thunders crash,

Desolation threatens all;

;

Struggling NATURE gasps for breath In the agony of death.

God of VengEANCE, from above While thine awful bolts are hurl'd,

O remember thou art LoVE!

Spare! O spare a guilty world! Stay Thy flaming wrath a while, See Thy bow of promise smile!

Welcome, in the eastern cloud,
Messenger of Mercy still!

Now, ye winds! proclaim aloud,

"Peace on Earth, to Man good will!"

NATURE! GOD's repenting Child,

See thy Parent reconciled!

Hark! the nightingale, afar,

Sweetly sings the sun to rest,

And awakes the evening star
In the rosy-tinted west:

While the moon's enchanting eye

Opens Paradise on high!

Cool and tranquil is the night,
NATURE'S sore afflictions cease,
For the storm, that spent its might,
Was a covenant of peace:

VENGEANCE drops her harmless rod !

MERCY is the POWER OF GOD!