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Heav'n is a great way off, and I shall be
Gostick, from Walter Von Der Vogelweide.
As through the artist's intervening glass
Friends, even in Heaven, one happiness would miss, Should they not know each other when in bliss.
All hail! all hail! resplendent vault, so wondrously
display'd, Abyss, where the Eternal's hand the scattered scene
array’d; He gave them light; His mighty hand suspended them
alone; And ever from the chilling north, to India's sultry In every region of the west, and isle of southern sea, All raise, Oh! glorious firmament, their suppliant
glance to thee! Vast sea of air, with countless gems, I love on thee
to gaze! Oh empyreal space! Oh stars! I love your softened
rays; Mysterious torches; ye have made the universe so
bright! Yet from this temple far above, ye bring your bor
rowed light; What rapture fills thy spirit, borne on contemplation's
wing, What charms, oh, beauteous canopy! thy varied aspects
From the French of Anna H. P Le Chatelain
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
There's nothing true but heaven.
As fading hues of even,
To live in darkness—in despair to die
Is this indeed the boon to mortals given? Is there no port—no rock of refuge nigh?
There is--to those who fix their anchor-hope in heaven. Turn then, O man! and cast all else aside;
Direct thy wandering thoughts to things aboveLow at the cross bow down in that confide, Till doubt be lost in faith, and bliss secured in love.
C. C. Colton. The world, in all its boasted grandeur proud,
In all its stores of dazzling splendour bright, Is but a transient, unsubstantial cloud,
Which the sun skirts with momentary light: Anon, the assailing winds impetuous rise,
Black lowers the tempest in the sullen sky; Before the driving blast the vision dies,
And all the vivid tints of splendour fly: Pass but a moment, every ray is gone; Nor e'en a vestige left where the bright glories shone. And shall we, for this visionary gleam,
Degenerate, swerve from Heaven's immortal plan? Give up, for vanity's light airy dream,
The nobler heritage reserved for man? Though rocks their cragged heads in ambush hide,
Though storms and tempests sweep the angry main, While Hope's fair star shines forth, auspicious guide,
E'en tempests, storins, and rocks oppose in vain. Safe, 'mid the ocean's iterated force, The sacred vessel shapes her Heaven-directed course.
To mourning wanderers given;
'Tis found above-in heaven!
'T is fair as breath of even;
HELL. The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God. --Psalm ix. 17.
I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear : Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell.--Luke, xii. 5.
God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment.--II. Peter, ii. 4.
DIVINES and dying men may talk of hell,
Shakspere. Hell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain.—Milton.
Which way shall I fly
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
A dreadful solitude each mind insane,
J. A. Heraud.
Thy gangrened heart, Stripped of its self-worn mask, and spread at last Bare, in its horrible anatomy, Before thine own excruciated gaze! D. P. Starkey.
The day Will come, when virtue from the cloud shall burst, That long obscured her beams; when sin shall fly Back to her native hell; there sink eclipsed In penal darkness, where nor star shall rise, Nor ever sunshine pierce the impervious gloom.
Warring passions fierce and dark,
Of the soul a driving bark
Far away, far away!
Upon hell and death's bleak coast,