ANOTHER. R. H. GOD that madest Earth and Heaven, Who the day for toil hast given, May Thine Angel-guards defend us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, AT A FUNERAL. R. H. BENEATH Our feet and o'er our head Above us is the Heaven! Their names are graven on the stone, And ere another day is done, Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour! Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day. Our eyes have seen the steps of age Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply To truths divinely given ; The bones that underneath thee lie Shall live for Hell or Heaven! ANOTHER. R. H. THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on thy waking, song! Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, ON RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. R. H. OH! SAVIOUR of the faithful dead, With whom Thy servants dwell, Though cold and green the turf is spread Above their narrow cell,— No more we cling to mortal clay, 'Twas hard from those I loved to go, As, fading from my dizzy view, 'Twas dreadful when th' Accuser's Assail'd my sinking heart, Recounting every wasted hour, And each unworthy part: power |