How high, how strong their raptures swell, There's none but kindred souls can tell. 5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, ANON. THE YEAR. Thou unknown fragment of that scroll Is it, perchance, to mock awhile, Man that appears and hastes away? Wilt thou not like the other years That were before thee, disappear? Why com'st thou with thy dreams and tears, Thy burdens, melancholy year? "Tis fit thou too should'st come and go, For nought unchanging is below. "Tis fit that all should fade and die, Yea, Ruin's voice shall shake the spheres ; The weary date of days and years, Once here, but now remembered not. And let them pass, for what but dust When ruined worlds on worlds shall roll, TAPPAN. COMFORT IN AFFLICTION. The path of sorrow, and that path alone, An envious world will interpose its frown, Reminds them of their hated inmate Sin; But ills of every shape and ev'ry name Transform'd to blessings, miss their cruel aim; And ev'ry moment's calm that sooths the breast Is given in earnest of eternal rest. COWPER. RESIGNATION. 1 When musing sorrow weeps the past, 2 'Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise, s It is that heav'n-taught faith surveys, 4 It is that hope with ardour glows, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is that harass'd conscience feels Sees, though afar, the band that heals, 6 Oh! let me wing my hallow'd flight NOEL. DEATH OF A BELIEVER. 1 When a believer yields his breath, Where sense can see no more; 2 No tongue can tell, no fancy paint, His wants abundantly supplied, Himself supremely blest! 9 But what occasions so much joy? Or what can now his pow'rs employ, That yields him such delight? "Tis Jesus on his heav'nly throne, Who sav'd and claim'd him for his own; What object half so bright? 4 How far is what he saw below, Or all he had the pow'r to know, By what he sees excell'd! The clouds that interpos'd before, 5 But see, he joins the ransom'd throng, Jesus, the object of their praise; The Lord, who deign'd such worms to raise; Th' unsearchable "I AM!" 60 may we know the Saviour's grace; For this let men our hope contemn; KELLY. ODE Written for the second Anniversary of the American Sunday-School Union-1826. If this low vale of strife and tears |