FAREWELL. Barton. NAY, shrink not from the word "farewell!" Even the last parting earth can know, To souls that heavenward soar ; THE FIRST WANDERER. CREATION's heir! the first, the last, 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; He saw round Eden's distant steep Alas! they were but sent to keep Then turn'd he reckless to his own, While crashing forests joined the wail, This spoke the lion's prowling roar ; And this the victim's cry: This, written in defenceless gore, 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 Sons rose around in pride and strength,- Felt in the infant's tomb. Ask not the wanderer's after fate, Still briar and thorn his life o'ergrow; And pain, and care, and sorrow show THE MISSIONARY. He left his home, his native land, He left his home-oh! none can tell Each sunny spot where he had stray'd, He left his fertile, verdant fields The voices of beloved friends For sands where silence reigns; The thrush was wont to break his rest, Like thunder these, the echoing rocks, All, all, he quits—that aged sire, Who taught his childish tongue to speak, He craved his blessing, on his neck "The Lord be with thee, 'tis His workHis will, not mine, be done." He knelt before his mother's knee, That mother's faith was firm and high, His joy immortal won. He held his brother's hand in his, The playmate of his youth, |