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That erst , by Tigris' or Euphrates' stream , Bloom'd life unwith ' ring o ' er tke favour ed ground : Since hope ,, illumin'd by a ray divine , Can the new Eden ' s verdant bow ' rs fxplore : There shall , again , earth ' s sever'd pilgrims join , To fear , to suffer , and to part no more . FRATEKNUS .
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Jin ^ Aspiration . If 'twere but to retire from woe , To undisturb'd , eternal rest—How passing sweet to sleep below , On nature ' s fair and flow ' ry breast ! But when faith ' s finger points on high From death ' s decaying dismall cell ; O , 'tis a privilege to die—To dream of bliss ineffable ! In balmy sleep our eyes to close , When life ' s last sunshine gilds our ev ' n ; And then . to wake from long repose , When dawns the glorious day of heav ' n \
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The Evening of an Unimproved Day Beyond the western , hound ' ry bright , The radiant . sun retires ; And fading with the fading light , Another day expires . Now deep ' ning shadows veil the sl $ y , And night and sacred sleep are nigh ; Yet , ere I count the midnight hour , Or yield me to the slumb ' rous pow ' r , Let truth ' s unfalt'ring hand pourtray "JThe features of the parted day .
And if in fair proportion just , The pictur ed form appear ; Thou , conscience ! faithful to thy trust , Wilt yield the joy sincere . If passion ' s wild distorted mien Deform the visionary scene ; If sloth be there , with languid eye , With nerveless hapd , with coward sigh ; O ! faithful still , tliy pow ' r shall dart Reproof and anguish to my heart .
The heav ' nly pencil , dipt in name , * Unerring takes its way ; And forms of sorrow and of shame Its rapid touch obey . Lo—thrall'd by sloth , enchantress strong , Each hour dejected moves along ; No graceful deed to virtue dear , No vows to wisdom paid , appear : Life droops , in weak pursuits employ'd ; And time is wasted—aot onjoy'U . Thus year by year , in mfercy lent , All unimprov'd have past ; , What , if this day , so vainly spent , Should be decreed thy last ?
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Say , —could ' st thou , fearless , yield thy breath , And , tranquil , lay thee down in death ? Say , —in that future hour , unknown , When justice shall assume her throne * Couldst thou affirm , with steady pace , Thy feet have run th' appointed race ?
O rouse thee yet ! while yet from heav ' n Is lent a day—an hour \ Thou know ' st that n 6 t to thee was giv ' n A mind of meanest pow ' r . Spell-bound , in death-like sleep it lies ;
Awake , command its energies ! Burst with strong hand the galling chain , Nor shrink from salutary pain . Bow to the rod ;—the tears that start Fall blest—they fertilize the heart .
Look up to thy Almighty Friend , His sov ' reign aid implore ; All good , all perfect gifts descend From his benignant pow ' r . And may his strength new grace impart ;
Guide in the way of truth thy heart ; And guard , indulgent to thy pray ' r , From weak ' ning sorrow , from despair , From rash presumption , cold delay , — Misleaders of thy early day .
Now to thy silent couch retire , And sink in soft repose ; And may these' thoughts thy breast inspire When new-born morning glows .
Nor may thy nobler purpose fail , Nor sloth ' s unhallow'd charms prevail ; Proceed , instructed by the past , Kach day improving on the last ; And humbly in his presence move Whose pow ' r is boundless as his love .
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Vale Crucis , Written for The ITelsh Songs , by ITUHam Stanley Roscoe , Esq . Vale of the cross , the shepherds tell , * Tis sweet within thy wobds to dwell , For there are sainted shadows seen Tfrat frequent haunt thy d ^ wy green ; In wand'ring winds the dirge is sung , The con vent bell by spirits rung , And matin hymns and vesper pray ' r Break softly on the tranquil air .
Vale of . the cross , the shepherds tell , 'Tis s ^ ee ^ within thy woods to dwel l , For peace hath there her spotless throne , And pleasures to the world unknown ; The murmur of the distant rills , The sabbath siletfce . of the hills , And all the quiet God bath giv ' n Without the golden fates of heav ' n . * • • ¦ ¦» t ' * i v i
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Poetry . —An Aspiration .- —Evening of an Unimproved Day . — + Vale Crucis . 349
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1816, page 349, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2453/page/41/
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