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And so in love the raptur'd heart,
That beats with wild delight;
Though soon 'tis doom'd on earth to part,
In sorrow's with'ring blight:

Yet love exulting wakes this strain,
My gentle girl-We'll meet again.

Yes these few words so soft and sweet,
Like flowers that hidden grow;
The ear at times will sudden greet,
To soothe the anguish'd brow:

While years roll on, 'tis not in vain ;
We think-Dear friends shall meet again.

Where'er I roam on earth's drear sod,
By friends and love forgot;

A whisp❜ring voice says, that my God

Can here forget me not;

And faith, through years of woe and pain, Assures me-We shall meet again!

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Yes! Yes! within that radiant sky
The realms of peace and love;
The great Jerusalem on high,

The Eden far above

There friends in harmony, O! then-
Never to part--shall meet again !

J. H. M.

SECOND CAUSES.

If we are prevented from following some favourite pursuit, by sickness, or any other evil, which we call unavoidable, we consider it sinful to murmur and repine. But if the impediment appear to arise from an outward cause, how apt are we to be impatient under it! For instance: if we think it might be easily removed by a slight alteration in the sentiments or conduct of those around us, what peculiar difficulty do we feel in bearing it aright!

Yet, if we have used every effort that prudence and propriety permit, and still find insurmountable obstacles, is not the hindrance as unavoidable, with respect to ourselves, as if it came immediately from God; and does it not demand equal submission? How much would our troubles and vexations be alleviated, if, instead of dwelling on the obstructions which seem to block up our path, the eye of faith were always so elevated, as entirely to overlook these secondary causes, and see alone the hand that places them before us!

S. S. S.

FUNERAL HYMN.

MRS. MOODIE.

OUR brother is sleeping!

But why should we mourn

That, dust unto dust,

His cold ashes return?

Our sorrows are mortal;

His sorrows are o'er;

The pangs of disease

Can afflict him no more.

He early was called

From this valley of tearsA Christian in knowledge, An infant in years:

His sun has gone down

In the dew of his morn;

And the hearts of his kindred,
With anguish are torn.

Their thoughts dwell in darknessThe worm and the shroud

But his spirit has burst,

Like a beam from the cloud

His exit was gladness;

His parting was sweet;

He went forth rejoicing,

His Saviour to meet.

He has pass'd the dark valley
Our blessed Lord trod,
Conducted by saints

To the presence of God!
Then let us rejoice,

Though as mortals we mourn,

That, dust unto dust,

His cold ashes return!

DOXOLOGY.

BY J. MONTGOMERY, ESQ.

HOLY, Holy, Holy Lord!

God of Hosts!-when heaven and earth

Out of darkness, at thy word

Issued into glorious birth,

All thy works, as round they stood,
And thine eye beheld them good,

Sang with sweet and full accord,

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!

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