They whom we loved and loft so long ago,
Dwell in those cities, far from mortal woe

Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carollings soar.

Eternal peace have they :

God wipes their tears away:

They drink that river of life which flows for
Evermore.

Thither we haften through these regions dim,
But lo! the wide wings of the Seraphim
Shine in the sunset! On that joyous shore
Our lightened hearts fhall know

The life of long ago:

The sorrow-burdened paft fhall fade for

Evermore.

Dublin Univerfity Magazine.

MISCELLANEOUS.

MISCELLANEOUS.

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THE SOUL.

GAIN, how can fhe but immortal be,

When with the motions of both will and wit

She still aspireth to eternity,

And never refts till fhe attain to it?

Water in conduit-pipes can rise no higher

Than the well-head from whence it first doth spring: Then, fince to eternal God fhe doth aspire,

She cannot be but an eternal thing.

"All moving things to other things do move

Of the same kind, which shows their nature such; So earth falls down, and fire doth mount above, Till both their proper elements do touch.

And as the moisture which the thirsty earth
Sucks from the sea to fill her empty veins,
From out her womb at laft doth take a birth,
And runs a lymph along the grassy plains: