What shall the future progress be Of life with me? God knows, I roll on Him my care, - To where eternal day fhall rise. That coming light no mortal cloud Through all our doubts, —above the range My faith can see, with weary eye, And from afar Shines on my soul the morning star. Hymns of the Church Militant. OD of my childhood and my youth, GThe Guide of all my days, I have declared thy heavenly truth, Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, Let me thy power and truth proclaim And leave a savor of thy name The land of filence and of death Attends my next remove; O may these poor remains of breath Isaac Watts. 1674-1748. W HEN life's tempeftuous ftorms are o'er, Such peace on virtue's paths attends, See smiling patience smooth his brow! While, eager for the bleft abode, He joins with them to praise the God No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes; His God, the God of peace and love, And soothes his soul to reft. O grant, my Father and my Friend, While, loosed from every earthly tie, To Thee from whom I rose. W. Bofton Coll. ΤΗ HE hour of my departure 's come; The race appointed I have run; And now my witness is on high, And now my record 's in the sky. I leave the world without a tear, I come, I come; at thy command, The hour of my departure 's come; John Logan. 1770. How OW bleft is he whose tranquil mind, So, when the tranfient ftorm is past, The sweeteft sunshine is the laft; The lovelieft is the evening hour. THE RIVER PATH. O bird-song floated down the hill, No ruftle from the birchen stem, The dusk of twilight round us grew, For, from us, ere the day was done, But on the river's farther fide A tender glow, exceeding fair, With us the damp, the chill, the gloom: While dark, through willowy viftas seen, From out the darkness where we trod Whose light seemed not of moon or sun. |