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Thou Heavenly Pow'r! sole Ruler of the skies,
To whom the keys of life and death
To thee I lift my supplicating eyes, Thee, the Divine Inspirer of my song:
Like her, now mingling with the saints in light,
Give me to choose Religion's sacred part; Like her to combat, and to win the fight, And claim the promise of the pure in heart.
I MET thee first in the brightest days, in the sunny hour of mirth,
When summer, with its thousand hues, was lighting up the earth;
When the softest breath of sunset's hours was whispering in each tree,
I've rode through many a woodland scene, my gentle friend, with thee.
I've seen thee when thy bounding step, and when thy laughing voice,
Might make the dark and troubled heart a moment to rejoice;
When the hours fled unheeded by thy spirit light and free,
I've tasted of the joyous cup-I've sipped its sweets with thee:
When thunder shook the vault of heaven, and the lightning's vivid glare
Shot fiercely 'cross our onward path, and cleft the liquid air;
When horror shook thy tender frame at the elements' wild glee,
I've borne the fury of the storm, and the tempest's rage with thee.
I've seen thee in the parting hour, with the tear-drop in thine eye,
I have watched each wild emotion, I have heard the deep drawn sigh;
And I longed that we might never lose that hour's fond memory,
And Heaven's choicest blessings then my spirit craved for thee.
And now the bleak autumnal winds fast strip the leafy grove,
And the summer warblers have forgot their tuneful song of love;
The flowers we loved to gather are fast hast'ning to decay,
And I am musing on the past, and thou art far away.
But though the hand of time must change each fondly cherished spot,
And though I still must linger here, while distant is thy lot;
Stern winter's days are numbered, and
his powers, though dark they be,
Shall never freeze this faithful heart that fondly beats for thee.
BY JANE ELIZABETH.
SHE came-like some aërial thing,
In heaven how wondrous fair!
You might have deemed her love's pure child,
With features so divinely mild,
And hair so golden bright,
The rainbow glory of her soul
Her mind was an unclouded sky
But as we find the loveliest thing
So pass'd that beauteous morning star
Mary, with thee I may not dwell,