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“Poetry tends to rlevate the soul and invigorate

the mind."

INDEX.

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Change of Seasons

1 Love Never Faileth

51

Early Piety

2 Thou God Seest Me.

52

Heaven or the Better Land

3 Prayer for a Little Child,

52

The Destruction of Jerusalem 4 My Father's Name

53

The Soldier's Funeral

5 The Loss of Friends

55

The Homes of England ..

6 The Christian Pauper's Death-bed . 56

Extract from an Elegy written in a Poetical Portraits.

57

Country Churchyard

8 Who Loves me Best?

58

The Dead in Christ shall rise first. 9 Thy Will be Done.

60

The Laplander

10 Thoughts on hearing the Motto of

Happy Childhood..

11 Mr. Raikes, “ Try."

61

What is Life?.

12 Saturday Evening...

62

The Church Triumphant

13 Sabbath Eve

63

Home

14 Lines suggested by attending a

Where is God?

15 Funeral

64

Speak Gently..

17 The Happiest Time

65

The Use of Flowers.

18 Happiness

67

The Sunday School

19 Dr. Doddridge on his Motto, “Dum

The Sabbath Morn

20 vivimus vivamus.'

67

Sabbath Evening

22 What is Time ?

68

A Dirge

23 The Time-piece

69

A Voyage Round the World 25 Creation and Redemption

72

Who is my Neighbour ?

30 The True Light.

73

England's Oak

31 | The Heavenly Canaan.

74

The Sabbath

33 The Daisy

76

The Mariners of England

34 The Missionary's Farewell to Eng-

A th, Flower, Stream, a

land

76

Thread, a Race

35 Charity...

77

The Millennial Sabbath

36 Prayer

78

The Destroying Angel..

38 The Restoration of Israel

79

The Sabbath Bell

39 Future Hopes

80

Love to the House of God

41 Scotland

81

Pleasures Evanescent

41 To Ireland

82

Life in Earnest

42 Field Flowers

83

Necessity of Watchfulness against Procrastination

84

Idols

43 The Reaper and the Angels 84

The New Year

43 The Beauties of Creation

86

Morning

44 The Voice of Spring

86

Evening

45 The Missionary's Home

88

Confirmation

46 Faith and Hope

89

Contentment

47 The Harvest Home

90

Prayer for Contentment

49 Prayer for Old England

91

The Night-blowing Cereus. 50 National Anthem

92

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DESCRIPTIVE POETRY.

CHANGE OF SEASONS.

Who loves not spring's voluptuous hours,
The carnival of birds and flowers ?
Yet who would choose, however dear,
That spring should revel all the year ?

Who loves not summer's splendid reign,
The bridal of the earth and main ?
Yet who would choose, however bright,
A dog-day noon without a night?

Who loves not autumn's joyous round,
When corn, and wine, and oil abound ?
Yet who would choose, however gay,
A year of unrenew'd decay?

Who loves not winter's awful form,
The sphere-born music of the storm ?
Yet who would choose, how grand soever,
The shortest day to last for ever ?

MONTGOMERY.

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EARLY PIETY.

By cool Siloam's shady rill,

How sweet the lily grows !
How sweet the breath beneath the hill,

Of Sharon's dewy rose !

Lo! such the child whose early feet,

The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upwards drawn to God !

By cool Siloam's shady rill,

The lily must decay,
The rose that blooms beneath the hill,

Must shortly fade away.

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour,

Of man's maturer age,
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage!

O Thou, whose infant feet were found

Within thy Father's shrine !
Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,

Were all alike Divine.

Dependant on thy bounteous breath,

We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age and death,

To keep us still thine own.

HEBER. HEAVEN OR THE BETTER LAND.

I HEAR thee speak of the better land,
Thou call'st its children a happy band;
Mother, oh! where is that radiant shore ?
Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ?
Is it where the flower of the orange blows,
And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ?

Not there, not there, my child !

Is it where the feathery palm trees rise,
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?
Or midst the green islands of glittering seas,
Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ?

Not there, not there, my child !

Is it far away in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold,
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ;
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ?

Not there, not there, my child !

Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep song of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ;
Sorrow and death may not enter there.
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ;
For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child !

MRS. HEMANS.

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