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But chance what may, thou wilt no more
With sense and wit my hours beguile, Inform with learning's various lore,
Or charm with friendship’s kindest smile.
Each book I read, each walk I tread,
Whate'er I feel, whate'er I see, All speak of hopes forever fled,
All have some tale to tell of thee.
I shall not, should misfortune lower,
Should friends desert, and life decline, I shall not know thy soothing power,
Nor hear thee say, “My heart is thine."
If thou hadst lived, thy well-earned fame
Had bade my fading prospect bloom, Had cast its lustre o'er my name,
And stood the guardian of my tomb.
Servant of God! thy ardent mind,
With lengthening years improving still, Striving, untired, to serve mankind,
Had thus performed thy Father's will.
Another task to thee was given ;
'Twas thine to drink of early wo, To feel thy hopes, thy friendships riven,
And bend submissive to thy blow;
With patient smile and steady eye,
To meet each pang that sickness gave, And see with lingering step draw nigh
The form that pointed to the grave.
Servant of God! thou art not there;
Thy race of virtue is not run;
Will ripen in another sun.
--- - - --Dost thou, amid the rapturous glow
With which the soul her welcome hears, Dost thou still think of us below,
Of earthly scenes, of human tears?
Perhaps e'en now thy thoughts return
To when in summer's moonlight walk, Of all that now is thine to learn,
We framed no light nor fruitless talk.
We spake of knowledge, such as soars
From world to world with ceaseless flight; And love, that follows and adores,
As nature spreads before her sight.
I feel as though all were not o'er;
Thy voice of friendship yet once more.
Whose setting sun I may not view, When earthly voices die away,
Thine will at last be heard anew. We meet again ; a little while,
And where thou art I too shall be. And then, with what an angel smile
Of gladness, thou wilt welcome me!
E’er deem thy chastisements severe ;
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.
Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay ; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day.
Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know ; But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor docs one tear unheeded flow.
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
May kneeling faith adore thy will !
Faint not, poor traveller, though thy way
Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod ; Though cold and stormy lower the day,
This path of suffering leads to God. Nay, sink not; though from every limb
Are starting drops of toil and pain ; Thou dost but share the lot of Him
With whom his followers are to reign.
Thy friends are gone, and thou, alone,
Must bear the sorrows that assail ; Look upward to the eternal throne,
And know a Friend who cannot fail.
And thy hard trial will be past;
Thy feet will rest on heaven at last. Christian ! thy Friend, thy Master prayed,
When dread and anguish shook his frame; Then met his sufferings undismayed ;
Wilt thou not strive to do the same? O! think'st thou that his Father's love
Shone round him then with fainter rays Than now, when, throned all height above,
Unceasing voices hymn his praise ?
Go, sufferer! calmly meet the woes
Which God's own mercy bids thee bear;
He has gone to his God; he has gone to his home; No more amid peril and error to roam;
His eyes are no longer dim ;
His feet will no more falter;
No pang his cheek can alter.
There are paleness, and weeping, and sighs below; For our faith is faint, and our tears will flow;
But the harps of heaven are ringing ;
Glad angels come to greet him,
While old friends press to meet him.
O! honored, beloved, to earth unconfined,
But our parting is not forever,
We will follow thee by heaven's light,
The souls whom God will urite.