Sheds down a dim and dubious light, And 'neath her beams, so dreamy bright, The earth doth slumbering lie. Amid the still profound In pensive mood I stray, And nought is heard Save night's lone bird, That pours her swelling flood of sound, Filling the vocal air around With her melodious lay. Or in the pale moonbeam, I lonely sit, Wrapt in an airy, wakeful dream, For memory brings to view Past scenes in bright array,— Fond hopes long fled, The lov'd, the mourn'd, the dead, anew,Lost friends," how many, yet how few!"For ever past away. Ah! not for ever fled! "For yet a little while," From death's dark gloom, In youthful bloom, Each slumberer from his narrow bed Then shall the tender ties That bind our hearts around, Be joined for ever; For death unbinds, but not destroys The love of life innate, Of home, and this fair earth,- Once pure from heaven, Shall share fruition's endless date, All free from sin, in that blest state For this fair earth again. Man's home shall be,-his heaven, Renewed quite From sin's fell blight; Where he, with Christ his Lord, shall reign, And sin, and death, and woe, and pain, From thence be ever driven. TO AN ABSENT FRIEND. O THAT I'd pinions like the dove! In rapid flight, to those I love, From this dull house of clay; But ah! my prison'd soul is barr'd, Like some poor, hapless, captive bird, That pants and struggles to be free, Yet now, as in the parting hour, How sweet this cheering truth Comes o'er the soul, in all its power, The aching heart to sooth,— "That there's a better, brighter shore, Where we shall meet, to part no more!" STANZAS. "Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night? The morning cometh, and also the night."-ISAIAH XXI, 11. THE night is wearing fast away, A streak of light is dawning,- Gloomy and dark the night has been, Ye mourning pilgrims! dry your tears, Lift up your heads, behold from far And see that star-like host around Of angel bands attending, Hark! hark! the trumpet's gladd'ning sound, O weeping Spouse! arise, rejoice, He comes, the Bridegroom promis'd long,- And raise the new and nuptial song, Adorn thyself, the feast prepare, |