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WILLIAM WORDS WORTH.
Intirations of Immortality, from Recollec-

tions of Early Childhood. ................. 356
Ode to Duty..
The Laborer's Noonday Hymn.....
Thought on the Seasons

364
A postrophe to the Deity..

365
To the Supreme Being..
Jehovah the Provider....

367
Latimer and Ridley........

357
Exiled Reformers.............

367
New Churches.......

368
The Kirk of Ulpha.

363
The World is too much with us.

360

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HENRY KIRKE WHITE.

The Christian's Progress..

412

Hymn.........

413

Sonnet ............................

414

Faith.............

414

Lines written on Survey of the Heavens.... 415

...... 431

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499

509

457

524

458

475

CARLOS WILCOX.

The Sabbath...
God's Omnipresent Agency
Rousseau and Cowper .....
The Cure of Melancholy
Live for Eternity

476

179
481

THE

SACRED POETS

OP

ENGLAND AND AMERICA

GEORGE GASCOIGNE.

This poet, who was born in 1540, is very justly placed among the worthies of early English poetical literature. He was bred to the law, but quitted it, and served with distinction against the Spaniards. His principal work is “ The Fruits of War," which relates to the adventures of his voyage. In his youth he was a profligate, but he lived to amend his ways, and became a wise and good man. He died in a religious, calm, and happy frame of mind, in 1577. The writings of Gascoigne are more the result of observation than of creative genius. For the age in which he lived, the verse is uncommonly smooth, flowing, and unaffected.

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From depth of dole, wherein my soul doth dwell,

From heavy heart, which harbors in my breast,

From troubled sprite, which seldom taketh rest,
From hope of heaven, from dread of darksome hell,
O gracious God, to thee I cry and yell:

My God, my Lord, my lovely Lord, alone

To thee I call, to thee I make my moan.
And thou, good God, vouchsafe in grace to take

This woful plaint

Wherein I faint;
Oh! hear me, then, for thy great mercy's sake.

Oh! bend thine ears attentively to hear,

Oh! turn thine eyes, behold me how wail !

Oh! hearken, Lord, give ear for mine avail, Oh ! mark in mind the burdens that I bear ; See how I sink in sorrows everywhere.

Behold and see what dolors I endure,

Give ear and mark what plaints I put in ure ;' Bend willing ears; and pity therewithal

My willing voice,

Which hath no choice But

ermore upon thy name to call.

If thou, good Lord, shouldst take thy rod in hand,

If thou regard what sins are daily done,

If thou take hold where we our works begun, If thou decree in judgment for to stand, And be extreme to see our 'scuses' scanned ;

If thou take note of every thing amiss,

And write in rolls how frail our nature is, O glorious God, O King, O Prince of power !

What mortal wight

May thus have light
To feel thy power, if thou have list to lower ?

But thou art good, and hast of mercy store,

Thou not delight'st to see a sinner fall,

Thou hearkenest first, before we come to call, Thine ears are set wide open evermore, Before we knock thou comest to the door;

Thou art more prest to hear a sinner cry

Than he is quick to climb to thee on high. Thy mighty name be praised then alway,

Let faith and fear

True witness bear,
How fast they stand which on thy mercy stay.

· Excuses.

1 Use.

I look for thee, my lovely Lord, therefore

For thee I wait, for thee I tarry still,
Mine

eyes do long to gaze on thee my fill,
For thee I watch, for thee I pry and pore,
My soul for thee attendeth evermore.

My soul doth thirst to take of thee a taste,

My soul desires with thee for to be placed. And to thy words, which can no man deceive,

Mine only trust,

My love and lust,
In confidence continually shall cleave.

Before the break or dawning of the day,

Before the light be seen in lofty skies,

Before the sun appear in pleasant wise, Before the watch, (before the watch, I say,) Before the ward that waits therefore alway,

My soul, my sense, my secret thought, my sprite,

My will, my wish, my joy, and my delight, Unto the Lord, that sits in heaven on high,

With hasty wing

From me doth Aling,
And striveth still unto the Lord to fly.

O Israel! O household of the Lord !

O Abraham's sons ! O brood of blessed seed !

O chosen sheep, that love the Lord indeed!
O hungry hearts ! feed still upon his word,
And put your trust in Him with one accord.

For He hath mercy evermore at hand,

His fountains flow, his springs do never stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem

Such sinners all

As on Him call,
And faithfully his mercies most esteem.

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