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Kill not her quickening power with surfeitings: Mar not her sense with sensuality:

Cast not away her wit on idle things:

Make not her free will slave to vanity.

And when thou think'st of her eternity,

Think not that death against her nature is; Think it a birth: and when thou goest to die, Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to bliss.

And if thou, like a child, didst fear before,

Being in the dark, where thou didst nothing see; Now I have brought thee torch-light, fear no more; Now, when thou diest, thou canst not hoodwink'd be.

And thou, my soul, which turn'st with curious eye To view the beams of thine own form divine, Know that thou canst know nothing perfectly, Whilst thou art clouded with this flesh of mine. Take heed of overweening, and compare,

Thy peacock's feet with thy gay peacock's train:
Study the best and highest things that are,
But of thyself an humble thought retain.

Cast down thyself, and only strive to raise
The glory of thy Maker's sacred name :
Use all thy power, that blessed Power to praise,
Which gives thee power to be, and use the same.

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FAREWELL.

Barton.

NAY, shrink not from the word " farewell!"
As if 'twere Friendship's final knell ;
Such fears may prove but vain :
So changeful is life's fleeting day,
Whene'er we sever-Hope may say
"We part to meet again !”

Even the last parting earth can know,
Brings not unutterable woe

To souls that heavenward soar;
For humble Faith, with steadfast eye,
Points to a brighter world on high,
Where hearts that here at parting sigh,
May meet-to part no more.

THE FIRST WANDERER.

CREATION's heir! the first, the last,
That knew the world his own:

Yet stood he 'mid his kingdom vast,

A fugitive-o'erthrown!

Faded and frail the glorious form,

And changed the soul within,

While pain, and grief, and strife, and storm, Told the dark secret-SIN!

Unaided and alone on earth,

He bade the heavens give ear;
But every star that sang his birth,
Kept silence in its sphere.

He saw round Eden's distant steep
Angelic legions stray :-

Alas! they were but sent to keep
His guilty foot away.

Then turn'd he reckless to his own,
The world before him spread;
But nature's was an alter'd tone,
And spoke rebuke and dread.
Fierce thunder-peal, and rocking gale,
Answer'd the storm-swept sea,

While crashing forests joined the wail,
And all said," Cursed for thee!"

This spoke the lion's prowling roar ;

And this the victim's cry :

This, written in defenceless gore,
For ever met his eye!

And not alone each fiercer Power
Proclaim'd just Heaven's decree :
The faded leaf, the dying flower,
Alike said," Cursed for thee !"

Though mortal, doom'd to many a length
Of life's now narrow span,

Sons rose around in pride and strength,-
They, too, proclaim'd the ban.
"Twas heard amid their hostile spears;
Own'd in the murderer's doom;

Seen in the widow's silent tears;
Felt in the infant's tomb.

Ask not the wanderer's after fate,
His being, birth, or name:
Enough that all have shared his state,
That MAN is still the same.

Still briar and thorn his life o'ergrow;
Still strives his soul within ;

And pain, and care, and sorrow show

The same dark secret,-SIN!

THE MISSIONARY.

HE left his home, his native land,
The spot that gave him birth,
To spread the gospel, and to preach
Salvation through the earth.
He left each peaceful happy scene,
Which he in youth had trod,
But still he fainted not, his trust
And staff was Jacob's God.

He left his home-oh! none can tell
How much each well-known scene
Twines round the heart, and with it brings
The thought of what has been ;
Each tree, each flower, to him endear'd
By memories fond and past,

Each sunny spot where he had stray'd,
On these he look'd his last.

He left his fertile, verdant fields
For Afric's burning plains,

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