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I stood not by thy feverish bed,
I looked not on thy glazing eye, Nor gently lulled thy aching head,
Nor viewed thy dying agony ; I felt not what my parents felt,
The doubt-the terror-the distress;
My soul was spared that wretchedness :
With boyhood's joy, at length was beaming, And thoughts of home and raptures sweet
In every eye but mine were gleaming; But I, amidst that youthful band
Of bounding hearts and beaming eyes,
Nor felt those wonted ecstacies !
"The pleasures of my home were fled ;-
No smiling faces met me now,
Grief sat upon my mother's brow; I heard her, as she kissed me, sigh; A tear stood in my father's
eye; My little brothers round me pressed, In gay, unthinking childhood blessed. Long, long, that hour has passed; but when Shall I forget its gloomy scene ! The Sabbath came. With mournful face I sought my brother's burial-place; That shrine, which when I last had viewed, In vigour by my side he stood. I gazed around with fearful eye: All things reposed in sanctity. I reached the chancel,-nought was changed :: The altar decently arranged, The pure white cloth above the shrine, The consecrated bread and wine, All was the same. I found no trace Of sorrow in that holy place. One hurried glance I downward gave, My foot was on my brother's grave! And years have passed and thou art now
Forgotten in thy silent tomb; And cheerful is my mother's brow;
My father's eye has lost its gloom;
years have passed -and death has laid
Blest are ye both! your ashes rest
My breast is not unsullied now;
Cut their deep furrows on my brow,-
And loved, and linked my heart with others.;
As mine was blended with my brother's ! -
The spring of life's unclouded weather,
My brother, grew in love together.
ON THE WONDERS OF REDEMPTION.
Thou most indulgent, most tremendous Power ! Still more tremendous, for thy wondrous love! That arms, with awe more awful, thy commands; And foul transgression dips in sevenfold night; How our hearts tremble at thy love immense! In love immense, inviolably just! Thou, rather than thy justice should be stained, Did'st stain the cross ; and work of wonders far
The greatest, that thy dearest far might bleed.
Bold thought! shall I dare speak it, or repress? Should man more execrate, or boast, the guilt Which roused such vengeance ? which such love in
Not thus, our infidels the eternal draw,
is a God unjust.
And was the ransom paid ? It was : and paid (What can exalt the bounty more?) for you.
l'he sun beheld it—no, the shocking scene
pangs, strange pangs ! delivered of her dead ? Hell howled ; and Heaven that hour let fall a tear; Heaven wept, that man might smile! Heaven bled, that
Might never die !
Ănd is devotion virtue ? 'Tis compelled : What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like these ? Such contemplations mount us; and should mount The mind still higher; nor ever glance on man, Unraptured, uninflamed.-- Where roll my thoughts To rest from wonders ? Other wonders rise ; And strike where'er they roll: my soul is caught : Heaven's sovereign blessings, clustering from the cross, Rush on her, in a throng, and close her round, The prisoner of amaze!—In his blest life, I see the path, and, in his death, the price, And in his great ascent, the proof supreme Of immortality.--And did he rise ? Hear, O ye nations ! hear it, О ye dead ! He rose ! he rose ! He burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates ! And give the king of glory to come in. Who is the king of glory? He who left His throne of glory, for the pang of death: Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates ! And give the king of glory to come in. Who is the king of glory? He who slew