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Was naught around hut images of rest : And of gay castles in the clouds that Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns pass, between;
Forever flushing round a summer sky: And flowery beds that slumberous in There eke the soft delights, that witchfluence kest,
ingly From poppies breathed; and beds of Instil a wanton sweetness through the pleasant green,
breast, Where never yet was creeping crea And the calm pleasures, always hovture seen.
ered nigh; Meantime unnumbered glittering But whate'er smacked of noyance or streamılets played,
unrest And hurled everywhere their waters Was far, far off expelled from this delisheen ;
cious nest. That, as they bickered through the
sunny glade, Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made.
A HYMN. Joined to the prattle of the purling These, as they change, Almighty Farills,
ther, these Were heard the lowing herds along the Are but the varied God. The rolling vale,
year And flocks loud bleating from the dis- Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing tant hills,
spring And vacant shepherds piping in the Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and
love. And now and then sweet Philomel Wide flush the fields; the softening air
is balm ; would wail, Or stock-doves plain amid the forest Echo the mountains round; the forest
smiles; deep, That drowsy rustled to the sighing Then comes thy glory in the summer
And every sense, and every heart, is joy. gale;
months, And still a coil the grasshopper did
With light and heat refulgent. Then keep;
thy sun Yet all these sounds yblent inclinéd all to sleep.
Shoots full perfection through the swell.
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder Full in the passage of the vale above,
speaks, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling Where naught but shadowy forms was seen to move,
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whis. As Illesse fancied in her dreamy mood :
pering gales. And up the hills, on either side, a Thy bounty shines in autumn uncouwood
fined, Of blackening pines, aye waving to And spreads a common feast for all that and fro,
lives. Sent forth a sleepy horror through the In winter awful thou ! with clouds and
blood; And where this valley winded out be. Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tem
low, The murmuring main was heard, and Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's scarcely heard, to tow.
Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, adore, Of dreams that wave before the half. And humblest nature with thy northern
UNDER MILTON'S PICTURE.
He taught the gospel rather than the
law; THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, And forced himself to drive ; but loved Greece, Italy, and England did adom.
to draw. The first in loftiness of thought sur. For fear but freezes minds; but love, like passed;
heat, The next in majesty; in both the last. Exhales the soul sublime, to seek her The force of Nature could no further go; native seat. To make a third, she joined the former To threats the stubborn sinneroft is hard, two.
Wrapped in his crimes, against the
But when the milder beams of mercy CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON.
He melts, and throws his cunubrous cloak A PARISH priest was of the pilgrim away. train ;
Lightning and thunder (heaven's artil. An awful, reverend, and religious man.
lery) His eyes diffused a venerable grace, As harbingers before the Almighty fly: And charity itself was in his face.
Those but proclaim his style, and disapRich was his soul, though his attire was pear; poor
The stiller sounds succeed, and God is (As God hath clothed his own ambassa
there. dor) ; For such, on earth, his blessed Redeemer
REASON. bore. Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and last
stars To sixty more, but that he lived too fast, To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Refinediuself to soul, to curb the sense,
Is reason to the soul : and as on high, And made almost a sin of abstinence.
Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Yet haul his aspect nothing of severe, But such a face as promised him sincere. Not light us here ; so reasou’s glimmer
ing ray Nothing reserved or sullen was to see ; Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity. But guide us upward to a better day. Mild was his accent, and his action free. And as those nightly tapers disappear With eloquence innate his tongue was When day's bright lord ascends our armed ;
hemisphere; Though harsh the precept, yet the peo- So pale grows reason at religion's sight, ple charmed.
So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural For, letting down the golden chain from
light. high, He drew his audience upward to the sky: And oft with holy hymns he charmed
their ears (A music more melodious than the
THOMAS KEN. spheres ); For David left him, when he went to rest,
(1637-1711.] His lyre ; and after him he sung the best.
MORNING HYMN. He bore his great commission in his look ; But sweetly tempered awe, and softened AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun all he spoke.
Thy daily course of duty run; He preached the joys of heaven and pains Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise of hell,
To pay thy morning sacrifice. And warned the sinner with becoming zeal;
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, But on eternal merey loved to dwell. And with the angels bear thy part,