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The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his sheltered nest;
The wandering beast hath sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

Still, near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And, from his lone, unsheltered head,
Flows the chill night-damp on the wind.

Why seeks not he a home of rest?

Why seeks not he the pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;He hath not where to lay his head.

Such was the lot he freely chose,

To bless, to save, the human race; And, through his poverty, there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

THE REMONSTRANCE.

CONDER.

BUT art thou thus indeed alone,
Quite unbefriended-all unknown?
And hast thou then His love forgot,
Who form'd thy frame, and fix'd thy lot?

Who laid his Son within the grave,
Thy soul from endless death to save?
Who gave his Spirit to console,

And make thy wounded bosom whole?

Is not His voice in evening's gale?
Beams not with Him the star so pale?
Is there a leaf can fade or die,

Unnotic'd by His watchful eye?

Each flutt'ring hope, each anxious fear,
Each lonely sigh, each silent tear,
To thine Almighty Friend is known,
And say'st thou, thou art all alone?

COMING OF THE MESSIAH.

CAMPBELL.

WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still,

And silence slept on Zion-hill;

When Bethl'hem's shepherds through the night,
Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light:-

Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murm'ring o'er the raptur'd soul.

Then swift to every startled eye,
New streams of glory light the sky;
Heav'n bursts her azure gates to pour
Her spirits to the midnight hour.

On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came;

High heav'n with songs of triumph rung

While thus they struck their harps and sung:—

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O Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

See, Mercy from her golden urn
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn!
Behold, she binds with tender care
The bleeding bosom of despair!

He comes! to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom!

O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

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Till, in their arms, a second pleasant babe, THUS happily they lived, With a faint smile, intelligent, began To answer theirs, and with a brighter that Of its fond sister, standing by their side, With frequent kisses prattling in its face; While in its features, with parental joy, And love connubial, they began to mark Theirs intermingled;-when, with sudden stroke, The blooming infant faded, and expired. And soon its lonely sister, doubly dear Now in their grief, was in like manner torn From their united grasp. With patience far Beyond her years, the little sufferer bore Her sharp distemper, while she could behold Both parents by her side; but, when from sleep, Transient and troubled, waking, wept aloud, As terrified, if either were not there. To hear their voices singing of the love Of ber Redeemer, in her favourite hymn,

SACRED HARMONY.

And paying for his mercy, oft she asked Teagerness, and seemed the while at ease. The came the final struggle, with the look Ofered child, and with its mournful cry, But with something of her wonted tone Wonfidence in danger, as for help

She led on them, on both alternately,
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Pots each the other had grown slow to yield;
Atvich their calmness, undisturbed till then,
Gateway to agitation past control.

A few heart-rending moments, and her voice
Bank to a weak and inarticulate moan,
Then a whisper ended; and with that
Her features grew composed and fixed in death:
At sight of which their lost tranquillity

race returned. Twas evening; and the lamp,
Sear, shone full upon her placid face,

ey white luming, while they stood
Bring as on her loveliness in sleep,
The enfeebied mother on the father's arm
Heavy hanging, like the slender flower

firm prop, when loaded down with rain
Or morning dew.

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