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The kind affection of thy noble heart,
Engag'd to act the sympathetic part,
The sick to heal, the wounded to restore,
To'rd fellow mortals, are from thee no more;
But whilst engag'd for many patients' cause,
Thy Maker said, yield thou to nature's laws.
For thee no more th
sun shall shir
by day ;
Nor from the moon need’ot thou one paler ray ;
Nor need’st thou grope to seek in midnight, where
The sons and daughters of affliction are.
Reliev'd from toil and ev'ry ill below,
A mansion tbipe, far from the state of woe ;
Far from the tumult, wbich around is burl'd,
And all the bustle of a noisy world.
Return to dust, the great Creator said:
Return, ye mortals, to your kindred dead,
Abel first bow'd, and by his brother's hand ;
Adam long since obey'd the stern command ;
*And A bra'am, Isaac, Jacob, where are they?
Those aged patriarchs of ancient day?
Can we by searching for Machpelab's cave,
Discern the place their worthy relics have ?
But we believe they yet immortal live,
Beyond the reach of all this earth can give.
Did God but please to open to our sight,
The bright effulgence of his heavenly light,
Disclose the glories of eternal day,
We should not, doubtless, beg a longer stay.
Ardent with love, and fir'd with beav'nly zeal,
To seek the bliss, the shades of life conceal,
Bless God for ev'ry ail, and ev'ry pain
That wastes the cumbrance of our moral frame.
But God is wise, who limits here our views,
Gives lights and shades, which ehange in various hues,
Which mingle joys and sorrows unto all,
A portion for the great, as well as small.
With sympathetic feelings then we are,
la duty bound of others' griefs to sbaro ;
Reciprocate of sorrows and of joys,
And feel for woes, the sadd’ning heart employe.
The God of hea v’n. who is the widow's God. -
Beholds her plaint, remembers her for good ;
He sees the secret sorrows of her beart,
Aud consolation in due time imparts.
"Blessed are they,” says Jesus, "that do moura;
“For comfort sball to mouroing souls return;
"The poor in spirit, bless'd: to them are given
“The giorious, bright inheritance of beaven.”
No wonder, then, the wise man gravely thoughts
Than feasting, better we to mourning brought ;
For this reforms the beart, and makes us know-
The richer blessings which from heav'n flow.
A priest we have, who not from Aaron came
Touch'd with our feelings, kdows our mortal frames
Regards the widow and the orphan's cries,
And bears the murmur of their secret sighs..
He to the widow is a busband.given;
Teaches the bliss of boliness and heaven. .
The orphan his paternal grace sball share,
Who kindly holds it in his arms, an heir.
For ev'ry sin bis gracious blood atones,
То save the people whom his goodness owns,
For sick and wounded, be's physician here ;
Heals deepest wounds, relieves from ev'ry fear.
Hark! hear his voice to them who are oppress'do.
The heavy laden,-"I will give you rest.
Upon you, take my yoke and learn of me,
For I am meek, am faithful, social, free;
Lowly in heart but yet possessing might,
My yoke is easy, and my burden, light.”.
A theme like this became an angel's-tongue,
Boilam'd the numbers which brigbt seraphs sung.
0, let my mourning soul but only share
A humble seat where nightly shepherds were
Let me but hear the angel's voice proclaim
The glorious tidings of a Savior's name ;
Enflam'd, epraptur'd, there I'd gladly fall,
To hear good tidings of great joy to all;
Nor would I ask the beav'nly hosts to sing i
To mortal ears immortal music bring,
While shining orbs. in heav'n's bright roof above,
Sparkle around ten thousand beams of love.
No, Lord, enough for this sad heart of mine;
Thy grace forbids me ever to repine,
Since thou art with me, thou my hope and stay,
In mercy kind to guard my devious way.
To the Editor of the Christian Repository. Respected friend and brother, I received a few lines of poetry from brother William Farwell, which I have penned down, and send to you, enclosed in this. I think them to be very good, but submit them to your better judgement; and if you think them worthy of a place in your Repository, and will insert them in your fourth number, you will confer a favor. Hartland, February 16, 1621.
R. L. THE WHEAT AND THE TARES,
-a sentimental song. 'Twas on the green banks of Euphrates” stream, Jehovah, omniscient, all-wise, and supreme, First station't our father in Eden's sweet bower, With Eve, his companion, a delicate flower. He sow'd their young bosoms with seed is their youit, With reason, benevolence, virtue, and truth; And on the same ground where the choice wheat was
sown, The tares by the tongue of the serpent were throwo. 'Tis plain to be seen, that the heart is the ground, Where tryth and deception are both to be found; These are the two seeds, which the human heart bears, And all that is meant by the wheat and the tares. The servants of old saw not in their day, How God bis great goodness to man would convey, They saw not the depth of the wonderful plan. Which God bad prepar’d for the welfare of man. The servants saw tares 'mong the wheat, bearing fruit, Said, let us go pull up each tare by the root ;
The mild voice of wisdom replied, no, forbear,
Lest you by so doing the wheat should impair.
Let both grow together, till ripe in the field,
That man may partake of the fruits they both yield;
That by their effects he may well ascertaio,
That truth yields him pleasure, whilst falsehood gives
Man early imbib'd false potions of God, -
Suppos’d him a tyrant, and vengeance bis rod*:
The hand of tradition, e'er since man beg an,
Has borne the delusion from father to son.
The Father of mercies his bosom unfurl'd,
Sent Christ to bear witness of him to the world in
Invested with wisdom and virtue to prove,
That God is eternal, unchangeable love.
The Jews disbelieving in him, they began
To seek the sweet life of that innocent man,
Condemo'd him unjustly to hang on the tree,
To bear the keen-anguish of death's agony.
The earth was convuls'd, her bowels distress'd ;
The heavens in mourning appeard to be dress'd
The stars and pale Luna and Sol's rolling flame,
All shrunk from beholding the death of the Lamb.
His healing the sick, his raising the dead,
His feeding the hungry with meat, drink, and bread;
His casting out devils, restoring the blind,
All prove Him, who sent him, a friend to mankind.
The love that inspir'd him when he was on earth,
Was stronger, ten thousand times stronger than death;
Love prompt'd him to finish the task that was giv’n,
Rais'd him from the dead to the mansions of heav'n.
By this we discover, that mankind shall have
A lasting existence beyond the cold grave
Remov'd from a state of corruption like this,
To dwell in perfection's soft bosom of bliss.
The old dispensation passid off, and the new
Discloses a scene of bright glory to view;
The bapper, bright banner of truth, was unfurld,
The ensigo of peace, and good will to the world.
The harvest appears, the fields are all white,
The reapers come forth in the first dawn of light,
The reapers are those whom our God does inspire,
To gather up falsehood. and burn it with fire.
The spirit of truth is the sickle so keen,
The illuminous flame is the fire that we mean ;
The temple of friendship and love is the place,
For the mind, when refin'd, of the whole human race.
E. WINCHESTER'S FAREWELL HYMN.
Farewell, dear friends, in Christ below;
1 bid you all a short adieu';
My time is come, I long to go,
I trust I soon my Lord shall view.
I thank you for your kindness shown
My Jesus will reward you all ;
I leave you with the Lord alone,
Till he, from earth, your souls shall call.
Farewell, dear brethren, neighbors, friends,
I hope we soon shall meet with joy :
My heav'nly Father for me sends ;
I go where nothing can annoy.
Adieu to you, mine enemies,
You that have sought to do me harme
By slander, envy, rage, and lies ;
Bat God upheld me with his arm.