POEMS.Only the poems whose sources have been identified are repeated here.Titles in brackets are included for completeness.[HYMN.]CHRISTIAN INSTITUTE.Bourne, “The Sabbath School”, stz.1–3, 5. Quoted fromThe Christian Visitant, Boston 1827.“Be doubly blest th’ auspicious dayThe edifice was plann’d;And may immortal gifts repayThe founder’s lib’ral hand:”Angels with joy beheld it rise,To train immortals for the skies.How sweet to mark the artless throng,Tohear theingenuousyouth,Raise with one voice the infant song,And learn the word of truth.“Delightful work his path to trace,Who died to save our ruined race.”How sweet to mark the artless throng,Andhear th’ingeniousyouthRaise with one voice, the infant song,And learn the word of truth;Delightful work! his path to trace,Who died to save our ruined race.“Now, Fancy, o’er life’s little spanGlances her busy eyes,And sees them bear the name of man,Industrious, good, and wise:”Bids them each useful art employ,Anticipates their future joy.Now fancy, o’er life’s little span,Glances her busy eyes.And sees them bear the name of man—Industrious, good, and wise:Bids them each useful art employ,Anticipates their future joy.With ardent zeal some students mayFrom hence arise and shine,To wipe the orphan’s tears away,And heal with balm divine;“With winning eloquence to tell,What glories in Emmanuel dwell.”Some of the little ones may liveTo adorn their country’s name;“Indulgent heav’n by them may giveFresh lustre to her fame.Some may the blessed Gospel bear,To distant lands, and plant it there.”Some of the little ones may liveTo adorn their country’s name;Indulgent heaven by them may giveFresh lustre to her fame.Some may the blessed Gospel bearTo distant lands, and plant it there.And many to thisfavour’dspot,On God’s eventful day,O happy, enviable lot,Grateful shall point and say,“There—there—to us the bliss was given,To seek and find the path to heaven.”And many to thishonor’dspot,On God’s eventful day,(Oh happy enviable lot!)Grateful shall point and say,There,—there,—to us the bliss was giv’n,To seek and find the path to heav’n!FRIENDSHIP.Tighe,A Faithful Friend is the Medicine of Life, last five stanzas.“Oh, give me the friend, from whose warm, faithful breast,The sigh breathes responsive to mine;Where my cares may obtain the soft pillow of rest,And my sorrows may love to recline.”Oh! give me the friend, from whose warm faithful breastThe sigh breathes responsive to mine,Where my cares may obtain the soft pillow of rest,And my sorrows may love to recline.Not the friend who my hours of pleasure will share,But abide not the season of grief;Who flies from the brow that is darken’d by care,And the silence that looks for relief.Not the friend who my hours of pleasure will share,But abide not the season of grief;Who flies from the brow that is darkened by care,And the silence that looks for relief.Not the friend who suspicious of change or of guile,Would shrink from a confidence free;Nor him who with fondness complacent can smile,On the eye that looks coldly on me.Not the friend who, suspicious of change or of guile,Would shrink from a confidence free;Nor him who with fondness complacent can smileOn the eye that looks coldly on me.“As the mirrorthat’s justto each blemish or grace,To myself will my image reflect;But to none but myself will that image retrace,Nor picture one absent defect.”As the mirrorthat, justto each blemish or grace,To myself will my image reflect,But to none but myself will that image retrace,Nor picture one absent defect.Tomyselflet my friend be a mirror as true,Thus my faults from all others conceal,Norever when absent those foiblesrenew,“Thatfrom heav’n and from man he should veil.”Tomy soullet my friend be a mirror as true,Thus my faults from all others conceal;Nor,absent, those failings or folliesrenew,Whichfrom Heaven and from man he should veil.[TO MARIA.][THE SUN.][THE VOICE OF TIME.][In Memory ofMRS. WILLIAM RICHARDS.]INVOCATION TO PRAYER.Henry Ware, “Seasons of Prayer” (first three stanzas).Morning.To prayer, to prayer; for the morning breaks,And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes.His light is on all, below and above;The light of gladness, and life, and love;Oh, then, on the breath of this early air,Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.To prayer, to prayer;—for the morning breaks,And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes.His light is on all below and above,—The light of gladness, and life, and love.Oh, then, on the breath of this early airSend upward the incense of grateful prayer.Evening.To prayer; for the glorious sun is gone,And the gathering darkness of night comes on:Like a curtain, from God’s kind hand it flows,To shade the couch where his children repose;—Thenpray, while the watching stars are bright,And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night!To prayer;—for the glorious sun is gone,And the gathering darkness of night comes on;Like a curtain from God’s kind hand it flows,To shade the couch where his children impose.Thenkneel, while the watching stars are bright,And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night.Sabbath.To prayer; for the day that God has blest,Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest;It speaks of creation’s early bloom,It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb.Then summon the spirit’s exalted powers,And devote to Heaven the hallowed hours!To prayer;—for the day that God has blestComes tranquilly on with its welcome rest.It speaks of creation’s early bloom;It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb.Then summon the spirit’s exalted powers,And devote to Heaven the hallowed hours.
“Be doubly blest th’ auspicious day
The edifice was plann’d;
And may immortal gifts repay
The founder’s lib’ral hand:”
Angels with joy beheld it rise,
To train immortals for the skies.
How sweet to mark the artless throng,
Tohear theingenuousyouth,
Raise with one voice the infant song,
And learn the word of truth.
“Delightful work his path to trace,
Who died to save our ruined race.”
How sweet to mark the artless throng,
Andhear th’ingeniousyouth
Raise with one voice, the infant song,
And learn the word of truth;
Delightful work! his path to trace,
Who died to save our ruined race.
“Now, Fancy, o’er life’s little span
Glances her busy eyes,
And sees them bear the name of man,
Industrious, good, and wise:”
Bids them each useful art employ,
Anticipates their future joy.
Now fancy, o’er life’s little span,
Glances her busy eyes.
And sees them bear the name of man—
Industrious, good, and wise:
Bids them each useful art employ,
Anticipates their future joy.
With ardent zeal some students may
From hence arise and shine,
To wipe the orphan’s tears away,
And heal with balm divine;
“With winning eloquence to tell,
What glories in Emmanuel dwell.”
Some of the little ones may live
To adorn their country’s name;
“Indulgent heav’n by them may give
Fresh lustre to her fame.
Some may the blessed Gospel bear,
To distant lands, and plant it there.”
Some of the little ones may live
To adorn their country’s name;
Indulgent heaven by them may give
Fresh lustre to her fame.
Some may the blessed Gospel bear
To distant lands, and plant it there.
And many to thisfavour’dspot,
On God’s eventful day,
O happy, enviable lot,
Grateful shall point and say,
“There—there—to us the bliss was given,
To seek and find the path to heaven.”
And many to thishonor’dspot,
On God’s eventful day,
(Oh happy enviable lot!)
Grateful shall point and say,
There,—there,—to us the bliss was giv’n,
To seek and find the path to heav’n!
“Oh, give me the friend, from whose warm, faithful breast,
The sigh breathes responsive to mine;
Where my cares may obtain the soft pillow of rest,
And my sorrows may love to recline.”
Oh! give me the friend, from whose warm faithful breast
The sigh breathes responsive to mine,
Where my cares may obtain the soft pillow of rest,
And my sorrows may love to recline.
Not the friend who my hours of pleasure will share,
But abide not the season of grief;
Who flies from the brow that is darken’d by care,
And the silence that looks for relief.
Not the friend who my hours of pleasure will share,
But abide not the season of grief;
Who flies from the brow that is darkened by care,
And the silence that looks for relief.
Not the friend who suspicious of change or of guile,
Would shrink from a confidence free;
Nor him who with fondness complacent can smile,
On the eye that looks coldly on me.
Not the friend who, suspicious of change or of guile,
Would shrink from a confidence free;
Nor him who with fondness complacent can smile
On the eye that looks coldly on me.
“As the mirrorthat’s justto each blemish or grace,
To myself will my image reflect;
But to none but myself will that image retrace,
Nor picture one absent defect.”
As the mirrorthat, justto each blemish or grace,
To myself will my image reflect,
But to none but myself will that image retrace,
Nor picture one absent defect.
Tomyselflet my friend be a mirror as true,
Thus my faults from all others conceal,
Norever when absent those foiblesrenew,
“Thatfrom heav’n and from man he should veil.”
Tomy soullet my friend be a mirror as true,
Thus my faults from all others conceal;
Nor,absent, those failings or folliesrenew,
Whichfrom Heaven and from man he should veil.
To prayer, to prayer; for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes.
His light is on all, below and above;
The light of gladness, and life, and love;
Oh, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
To prayer, to prayer;—for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes.
His light is on all below and above,—
The light of gladness, and life, and love.
Oh, then, on the breath of this early air
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
To prayer; for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on:
Like a curtain, from God’s kind hand it flows,
To shade the couch where his children repose;—
Thenpray, while the watching stars are bright,
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night!
To prayer;—for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on;
Like a curtain from God’s kind hand it flows,
To shade the couch where his children impose.
Thenkneel, while the watching stars are bright,
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night.
To prayer; for the day that God has blest,
Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest;
It speaks of creation’s early bloom,
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb.
Then summon the spirit’s exalted powers,
And devote to Heaven the hallowed hours!
To prayer;—for the day that God has blest
Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest.
It speaks of creation’s early bloom;
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb.
Then summon the spirit’s exalted powers,
And devote to Heaven the hallowed hours.