All sin, all grief, all death, for ever
Shall cease; and kind affection's tie,
Which death erewhile for once could sever
New life supply.

III-COMMEMORATION OF ONE DEPARTED.

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EANWHILE before the Judge approving, Cheers me the thought of thee approved, Thee many a year thy consort loving,

Thee, wife beloved!

Whom God Himself of late hath taken,
Cheers me the thought that blest art thou,
Long-tried on earth, and, earth forsaken,
How peaceful now!

Yes, holy peace hath thee received,
Thy goal attain'd, thy warfare done;
Me wait new tasks, of thee bereaved,
Beloved one!

My loss-be thy kind heart its measure!
But hope survives for us to meet
Before God's face, in endless pleasure,
In joy complete:

Thee (for amid my heart's fond yearning,
I see thee to my fancy brought,
As once thou wast, ev'n now returning,
In silent thought):

Thee daily in God's volume reading
To mark, in better times of old,
What lesson to all time succeeding
God's matrons told:

God's handmaid thee, His servants treating,
Like PHŒBE, with a sister's due;

Thee on Christ's lips, like MARY, waiting;
Like ANNA true.

Thee in church-rites and prayers partaking;
Thee "of good works and alms-deeds" filled,
Like DORCAS, Coats and garments making,
The poor to shield;

Thee, as EUNICE, early rearing
Thy race on holy lore to feed;
Thy husband, like PRISCILLA, cheering
To holy deed;

Thee in primeval worship joining,
Like faithful LYDIA, thee and thine,
One faith with simple mode combining
Of rite divine;

Thee, like "the ELECTED LADY," guiding
Thy sons by Truth's behests to move,
In the right faith of Christ abiding

With Christian love;

Like CHLOE, thee with thine eschewing
Discordant voice, dissentient mind,
And unity by peace ensuing
With will resigned;

Thee, like the lowly Virgin, saying,
Blest mother of the Incarnate Word,
"Thy will be done! bent on obeying,
Behold me, Lord!"

Thee pious, meek, kind, unaspiring,
Submiss to bear God's chastening will;

Me, weak alas! but aye desiring
To follow still;

To follow still, as He shall call me,

Obedient through life's varied scene,
Such harder tasks as may befall me,
Or paths serene:

Where on my steps His lamp is gleaming,
(Too slightly mark'd) His Word divine,
Till on His saints in glory beaming
Himself shall shine.

Such home be mine, in deathless union
With parents, children, friends approved;
Nor ever fail thy bland communion,
Wife ever-loved!

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IV.-FAITH CONFIRMED BY SENSE.

COME the day, the dark to brighten, When, breaking on the distant view, What faith believes shall sense enlighten, And prove it true.

O come the day, in thought expected,

By tongue proclaim'd, when saints shall meet, (Be mine such bliss) by God perfected, In God's own seat.

Such bliss for Him, O God most holy,
Whose gift and attribute it is,
To cheer the meek, exalt the lowly,
And mark for His :

Such bliss be mine, all-righteous Father,
All worthless I, save for His name,
Who comes His purchased flock to gather,
His own to claim.

Then be it mine, in glory seated,

Till time, and time, and times be old, At length to feel in truth completed The bliss foretold!

Suffice it now, by His high pleasure,

To hold the course He bids, and strain The race to run, the mark to measure, The prize to gain;

Still on his banner'd sign attending,
Still led and shielded by His might,
Till, like yon sun, at eve descending,
I sink in night:

Yet not of time to come unheeding,

When night shall fly the dawn divine, And the true Light, no night succeeding, Self-radiant shine.

THE BRITISH MONTHS.

1835.

RICHARD MANT.

(November.)

CHRISTIAN CONSOLATION ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS.

has been said, and I believe,

Though tears of natural sorrow start,

'Tis mixt with pleasure when we grieve
For those the dearest to the heart,
From whom long-loved at length we part;
As by a Christian's feelings led

We lay them in their peaceful bed.

Yet speak I not of those who go

The allotted pilgrimage on earth,
With earth-born passions grovelling low,
Enslaved to honour, avarice, mirth,
Unconscious of a nobler birth:
But such as tread with loftier scope
The Christian's path with Christian hope.
We grieve to think, that they again,

Shall ne'er in this world's pleasure share :
But sweet the thought that this world's pain
No more is theirs; that this world's care
It is no more their lot to bear.

And surely in this scene below
The joy is balanced by the woe.