WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING CLAY. 1. WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah, whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves its darken'd dust behind. Then, unembodied, doth it trace By steps each planet's heavenly way? Or fill at once the realms of space, A thing of eyes, that all survey? 2. Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, A thought unseen, but seeing all, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears. 3. Before Creation peopled earth, Its eye shall roll through chaos back; 4. Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die. VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. 1. THE King was on his throne, In Judah deem'd divine- The godless Heathen's wine! 2. In that same hour and hall, And wrote as if on sand: The fingers of a man ;— Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. 1 3. The monarch saw, and shook, VOL. V. 4.. Chaldea's seers are good, But here they have no skill And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage, 5. A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, H The lamps around were bright, 6. "Belshazzar's grave is made, « His kingdom pass'd away, "He, in the balance weigh'd, "Is light and worthless clay. "The shroud, his robe of state, "His canopy the stone; "The Mede is at his gate! "The Persian on his throne!" |