But, 'tis permitted-yes that body dwells,

In earth a season that vile man may live

-Ten thousand seraph hosts can never tell, The blessings God was pleas'd to man to give.

Victorious soon we see our Saviour rise,

Beaming more glorious from the hallow'd tombDispensing good, then to his native skies

Ascending, while the Heavens to meet him come.

See harps-see hosts-see Heav'n refulging gold

Hear the melodious Halleluiahs flow

Behold the gates of mercy wide unfold,
While Invitation smiles on us below.-

View then the portrait of the Judgment drawn!

Jesus descends in righteous Justice cloth'd-
See unbelievers, trembling and forlorn,
While saints arise and meet their father God.

Turn on another page will ope to view,
Eternity, with ages, ages, mounder ing on,

The years, still rising, mingling, ever new,

'Till your tranc'd thought shall say the work is done,

For beaming mid the mingling years will flow,
Joy, bliss, and glory, brilliant more and more,

'Till the vast possible of Heav'n shall glow

Man's visions nought, our faith and hope may strive, And, kindling at the particle they gain,

We may, with thankfulness, contented live,

While on this earth we can no more attain.

But when, from mortal free, the immortal mind,
Shall mount the vast extent of Heav'nly joys,
'Twill rise and rising full-perception find,
Perception which a bliss divine employs.

Is this the book which we so careless eye,
While plodding on in Sin's inglorious way!
And does this on our shelves so constant lie,
When our whole term is as a summer's day!

Ah mortals when this manuel of the whole,

Past, present, and futurity, ye see,

Can ye sink down in apathy your souls,

And to procrastinating dulness flee !

Rouse up-awake-'tis not an idle tale!
The fiat of JEHOVAH bids beware!-
His words the secrets of your fate reveal!
And how you may be happy full declare!

NEGLECT OF PROVIDENCE.

WHEN the moss cover'd cottage we spy,

We think of the years that are past:

When the tow'r all ruin'd is nigh,

We tremble-and think of the blast.

Thus effects bring causes to view,
New acting in memory's sight,

And constant reflection renew,

In the mind not shrouded in night.

But reflection too often is staid,

When half way the cause is explor'd:

-We think of the cot in the glade,

And perchance we may think of its lord,

But how seldom we look at the skies

To find the prime cause, which is God;

Ay, rather than upward to rise,

We wander all over the clod.

We think of the tempest with pain,

And lay it to Nature forsooth,

But are cautious of thinking again,

For fear we may think of the truth.

We view the gay landscape with joy,
With forests and flocks sprinkled o'er,
And say-"this the seasons employ,
""Tis they are the cause and no more."

The mountain that laughs at the skies-
The valley depressed and vast-

""Tis nature that bade that to rise-"

"And nature the depth of this cast."

Our friends depart to the tomb-

-We weep and we sigh for a while

""Tis some fell disease that has come,

("But ourselves its pow'r shall beguile.")

Thus Providence warns us each hour,

While we her end still defeat: