REFLECTION.

"Tis when the mind is cast in clouds.
And glooming darkness round it spreads,
Disheart'ning thoughts come in by crowds,
And every coming thought brings dread;

'Tis then that winged from above,

The love of our Redeemer comes;

Our painful groans he seems approve
But points to our celestial homes.

THE PAINTER.

DIP your pencil in the beam,
In the sun's departing gleam;
Dip your pencil in the wave,

Where the milder beamlets lave;

Join the soft of azure way,

With the flow'r of op'ning may;

Then to these the dew unite,

April blossom spangling bright :
Now a perfect portrait make,
Yes a faithful likeness take,
Such as it appears above,
Of him, by forgiving love,
Heav'nly mercy's aspect mild,
Made Religion's humble child:
Now the feature, now the face,

As in th' soul renew'd by grace.
Paint resignation meeting there
Faith and hope the cherub pair-
-Ah! you fail, your perfect skill,
Painter, draws this work but ill.

A FRAGMENT.

MY thoughts like waking billows roll

Along the solemn shore

O'er death's dark deep they wander,

Calling up shadows past,

The spirits of beloved dead

Oh come, that I may view you once again,

Rise up in vision, and, to my anxious eye,
Now pondering past and future,

Reveal

Ah you come-but not from thence

-I see you from above

Gliding with empyrean spirits down,

Beauteous and lovely

Where's your funereal robe?

Your shroud? your coffin?

Dwell they in the grave?

And you with Heav'nly spirits now enjoy

Extatick pleasure and extatick bliss!

-Oh I ask no more

There may I meet you

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Together then we'll rove thro' blissful sweets,
Together cull the flow'rs of Heaven

And with ambrosial odors shower our brows

A harp I'll sieze and Halleluiahs yet unsung, Then with you sweep the vast, the bliss profound And praise forever

A NIGHT SCENE.

"TWAS near the Sun's declining hour, When twilight dews prepare to shed,

From Nature's cooler ev'ning bow'r,
Their fragrant riches o'er our head :

I wander'd forth mid verdant meads,
Where summer smiles bedeck'd the scene,
Those pleasant smiles whose beauty leads
Our thoughts beyond the deep serene.

I rov'd, the thought of Heav'n was nigh!
Where life its' wildering mazes ends,
If man will seek beneath the sky,
That grace a Saviour kindly sends ;

Blest thought, it op'd the azure gates-
Most glorious visions roll'd to view

Of those, whose happy pleasure waits,

Round him so holy, just and true :