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A Selection From the Writings: Of the Late Jonathan Lawrence, Junior ...
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Page 49 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 159 - Should the visions which hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly, Then turn, and through tears of repentant regret, " Look aloft" to the sun that is never to set. Should they who are dearest, the son of thy heart — The wife of thy bosom — in sorrow depart, " Look aloft," from the darkness and dust of the tomb, To that soil where "affection is ever in bloom.
Page 4 - Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Page 52 - Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave — we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Page 158 - Look aloft !" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. If the friend who embraced in prosperity's glow, With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee, when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, "Look aloft" to the friendship which never shall fade.
Page 158 - Look aloft" to the friendship which never shall fade. Should the visions which Hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly, Then turn, and through tears of repentant regret, " Look aloft" to the Sun that is never to set. Should they who are dearest, the son of thy heart. The wife of thy bosom, in sorrow depart, " Look aloft" from the darkness and dust of the tomb, To that soil where "affection is ever in bloom.
Page 103 - Sit perched in some lone glen, on echo calling, Mid murmuring woods, and musical waters falling. Come, sunny May ! Come with thy laughing beam, What time the lazy mist melts on the stream, Or seeks the mountain-top to meet thy ray, Ere yet the dew-drop on thine own soft flower, Hath lost its light or died beneath his power. Come, holy May ! When sunk behind the cold and western hill, His light hath ceased to play on leaf and rill, And twilight's footsteps hasten...
Page 103 - When, sunk behind the cold and western hill, His light hath ceased to play on leaf and rill, And twilight's footsteps hasten his decay ; Come with thy musings, and my heart shall be Like a pure temple consecrate to thee. Come, beautiful May ! Like youth and loveliness, Like her I love; O, come in thy full dress, The drapery of dark winter cast away ; To the bright eye and the glad heart appear Queen of the spring, and mistress of the year. Yet, lovely May ! Teach her whose eyes shall rest upon this...
Page 104 - Teach her whose eye shall rest upon this rhyme To spurn the gilded mockeries of time, The heartless pomp that beckons to betray, And keep as thou wilt find that heart each year, Pure as thy dawn, and as thy sunset clear. And let me too, sweet May ! Let thy fond votary see As fade thy beauties, all the vanity Of this world's pomp, then teach, that though decay In his short winter, bury beauty's frame, In fairer worlds the soul shall break his sway, Another spring shall bloom eternal and the same.
Page 119 - Than if they had never travelled thence. Yet I have other thoughts that cheer The toilsome day, and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that yet hath been Were doubly borne, and not an hour Were brightly hued by Fancy's power.