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-And art thou here, my Life! my Love!' he cried Faithful in death to this congenial side? Thus let me bind thee to my breaking heart, One dear, one bitter moment, ere we part.'

- Leave me not, Adam! leave me not below; With thee I tarry, or with thee I go.'

She said, and yielding to his faint embrace,
Clung round his neck, and wept upon his face.
Alarming recollection soon returned,

His fevered frame with growing anguish burned:
Ah! then, as Nature's tenderest impulse wrought,
With fond solicitude of love she sought
To soothe his limbs upon their grassy bed,
And make the pillow easy to his head,
She wiped his reeking temples with her hair;
She shook the leaves to stir the sleeping air ;-
Moistened his lips with kisses: with her breath
Vainly essayed to quell the fire of Death,
That ran and revelled through his swollen veins
With quicker pulses, and severer pains.

"The sun, in summer majesty on high,
Darted his fierce effulgence down the sky;
Yet dimmed and blunted were the dazzling rays,
His orb expanded through a dreary haze,
And, circled with a red portentous zone,
He looked in sickly horror from his throne :
The vital air was still; the torrid heat

Oppressed our hearts, that laboured hard to beat.
When higher noon had shrunk the lessening shade,
Thence to his home our father we conveyed,

And stretched him, pillowed with his latest sheaves,
On a fresh couch of green and fragrant leaves.

Here, though his sufferings through the glen were known,
We chose to watch his dying bed alone,
Eve, Seth, and I.- -In vain he sighed for rest,
And oft his meek complainings thus expressed :

- Blow on me, Wind! I faint with heat! O bring Delicious water from the deepest spring ;

Your sunless shadows o'er my

limbs diffuse,

Ye Cedars ! wash me cold with midnight dews.

-Cheer me, my friends! with looks of kindness cheer;
Whisper a word of comfort in mine ear;

Those sorrowing faces fill my soul with gloom;
This silence is the silence of the tomb.
Thither I hasten; help me on my way;

O sing to soothe me, and to strengthen pray!'
We sang to soothe him,-hopeless was the song ;
We prayed to strengthen him, he grew not strong.
In vain from every herb, and fruit, and flower,
Of cordial sweetness, or of healing power,
We pressed the virtue ; no terrestrial balm
Nature's dissolving agony could calm.
Thus as the day declined, the fell disease
Eclipsed the light of life by slow degrees:
Yet while his pangs grew sharper, more resigned,
More self-collected, grew the sufferer's mind;
Patient of heart, though racked at every pore,
The righteous penalty of sin he bore;
Not his the fortitude that mocks at pains,
But that which feels them most, and yet sustains.
'Tis just, 'tis merciful,' we heard him say;
'Yet wherefore hath He turned his face away?
see Him not; I hear Him not; I call;

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My God! my God! support me, or I fall.'

The sun went down, amidst an angry glare

Of flushing clouds, that crimsoned all the air;
The winds brake loose; the forest boughs were torn
And dark aloof the eddying foliage borne;

Cattle to shelter scudded in affright;
The florid evening vanished into night:
Then burst the hurricane upon the vale,

In peals of thunder, and thick-vollied hail;

Prone rushing rains with torrents whelmed the land,
Our cot amidst a river seemed to stand;

Around its base, the foamy-crested streams

Flashed through the darkness to the lightning's gleams,

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With monstrous throes an earthquake heaved the ground,
The rocks were rent, the mountains trembled round;
Never since Nature into being came,

Had such mysterious motion shook her frame;
We thought, ingulfed in floods, or wrapt in fire,
The world itself would perish with our Sire.

"Amidst this war of elements, within
More dreadful grew the sacrifice of sin,
Whose victim on his bed of torture lay,
Breathing the slow remains of life away.
Erewhile, victorious faith sublimer rose
Beneath the pressure of collected woes :
But now his spirit wavered, went and came,
Like the loose vapour of departing flame,
Till at the point, when comfort seemed to die
For ever in his fixed unclosing eye,

Bright through the smouldering ashes of the man,
The saint brake forth, and Adam thus began:

"—"O ye, that shudder at this awful strife,
This wrestling agony of Death and Life,
Think not that He, on whom my soul is cast,
Will leave me thus forsaken to the last ;
Nature's infirmity alone you see;

My chains are breaking, I shall soon be free;
Though firm in God the Spirit holds her trust,
The flesh is frail, and trembles into dust.
Horror and anguish seize me ;-'t is the hour
Of darkness, and I mourn beneath its power;
The Tempter plies me with his direst art,
I feel the Serpent coiling round my heart;
He stirs the wound he once inflicted there,
Instils the deadening poison of despair,
Belies the truth of God's delaying grace,
And bids me curse my Maker to his face.
.. I will not curse Him, though his grace delay;
I will not cease to trust Him, though he slay;

Full on his promised mercy I rely,

For God hath spoken,-God, who cannot lie.
-THOU, of my faith the Author and the End!
Mine early, late, and everlasting Friend!
The joy, that once thy presence gave, restore
Ere I am summonned hence, and seen no more:
Down to the dust returns this earthly frame,
Receive my Spirit, Lord! from whom it came;
Rebuke the Tempter, show thy power to save,
O let thy glory light me to the grave,

That these, who witness my departing breath,
May learn to triumph in the grasp of Death.'

"He closed his eyelids with a tranquil smile,
And seemed to rest in silent prayer awhile:
Around his couch with filial awe we kneeled,
When suddenly a light from heaven revealed
A Spirit, that stood within the unopened door;-
The sword of God in his right hand he bore;
His countenance was lightning, and his vest
Like snow at sunrise on the mountain's crest;
Yet so benignly beautiful his form,
His presence stilled the fury of the storm;
At once the winds retire, the waters cease;
His look was love, his salutation, Peace!'

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"Our Mother first beheld him, sore amazed, But terror grew to transport, while she gazed:

'Tis He, the Prince of Seraphim, who drove Our banished feet from Eden's happy grove; Adam, my Life, my Spouse, awake!" she cried; 'Return to Paradise; behold thy Guide! O let me follow in this dear embrace!" She sunk, and on his bosom hid her face. Adam looked up; his visage changed its hue, Transformed into an Angel's at the view:

"I come!' he cried, with faith's full triumph fired, And in a sigh of ecstasy expired.

The light was vanished, and the vision fled;
We stood alone, the living with the dead;
The ruddy embers, glimmering round the room,
Displayed the corpse amidst the solemn gloom;
But o'er the scene a holy calm reposed,

The gate of heaven had opened there, and closed.
"Eve's faithful arm still clasped her lifeless Spouse;
Gently I shook it, from her trance to rouse;
She gave no answer; motionless and cold,
It fell like clay from my relaxing hold;
Alarmed, I lifted up the locks of grey

That hid her cheek; her soul had passed away :
A beauteous corse she graced her partner's side,
Love bound their lives, and Death could not divide.
"Trembling astonishment of grief we felt,

Till Nature's sympathies began to melt;

We wept in stillness through the long dark night;
-And O how welcome was the morning light!"

THE LYRE.

WHERE the roving rill meandered
Down the green retiring vale,
Poor, forlorn ALCAUS wandered,
Pale with thought, serenely pale:
Timeless sorrow o'er his face
Breathed a melancholy grace,
And fixed on every feature there
The mournful resignation of despair.
O'er his arm, his lyre neglected,
Once his dear companion, hung,
And, in spirit deep dejected,

Thus the pensive poet sung;
While at midnight's solemn noon,
Sweetly shone the cloudless moon,
And all the stars, around his head,
Benignly bright, their mildest influence shed.

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