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Sunday Evening . Welcome tKe hour of calm repose , The ev ' ning of the Sabbath-day : In peace my wearied eyes shall close When I have tuned my vesper lay , In humble gratitue to Him Who wak'd the morning ' s earliest beam .
In such an hour as this how sweet , In the still solitude of even , To hold with heaven communion moot , Meet for a spirit bound to heaven ; And in this wilderness beneath Pure zephyrs from above to breathe !
It may be that th' Eternal Mind Bends sometimes from its throne of bliss ; Where should we then its presence find But in an hour so blest as this—An hour of calm tranquillity Silent , as to welcome Thee ?
Yes ! if the Great Invisible , Descending from his seat divine , May deign upon this earth to dwell ; Where shall he find , a welcoming shrine But in the heart of man , who bears His image , and his spirit shares ? Now let the solemn thought pervade
My soul , and let my heart prepare A throne . Come , veil'd in awful shade , Thou Spirit of God 1 that I may dare Hail Thee , nor like Thy prophet be Blinded by Thy bright majesty . Then hold communion , Lord ! with Thee ii \
. m . ^ v y And turn my wand ' rlng thoughts within , Then , tho' but for a moment , see Thy image ; purified from sin And earth ' s pollutions , let me prove , If not Thy majesty—Thy love .
That love which over all is shed , Shed on the worthless as the just ; Lighting the stars above our head And waking beauty out of dust . The farthest comet ' s path is nought To the vast orbit of His thought . To Him alike the living stream And the dull regions of the grave ; All watch'd , protected all by Him Whose eye can see , whose arm can
save In the cold midnight's dang ' rous gloom , And the dark prison of the tomb . Thither we hasten—as the sand Drops in the hour-glass , never still ; So , gather'd in by Death ' s rude hand The store-house of the grave we fill . And sleep in peace , —as safely kept A * when on earth we smil'd or wept .
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What is our duty here ? to tend From good to better , thence to best : Grateful to drink life ' s cup , then bend Unmurmuring to our bed of rest : To pluck the flowers that round us blow , Scattering their fragrance as we go .
And so to live that when the sun Of our existence sinks in night , Memorials sweet of mercies done May shrine our names in memory's light , And the blest seeds we scatter ed , bloom A hundred-fold in days to come . A .
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TO JOHN WILKS , Esq . On Reading his admirable Address to the " Protestant Society . 99 ( Mon . llcpos . XV . 366—369 , 434—437 , 488—496 . ) High-gifted Wilks , whose richly-furnish'd mind For every theme can illustrations find : Whose eloquence , a torrent clear and
strong , Bears in its course , eyes , ears and hearts along ! Pursue thy way—improve the talent given , And plead the cause of liberty and heaven ; Secure of this , however vice prevails , That , soon or late , no honest effort fails . E . B . Sidmouth , September 11 , 1820 .
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50 Poetry . —On the Death of a beloved Sister in France .
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ON THE DEATH OF A BELOVED SISTER IN , FRANCE . The flower we rearM was young and fair , We tended it with ceaseless care , For in our hearts ' twas planted ; A thousand odours round it flew , A thousand buds upon it blew , Buds of the fairest promise too , And oh , how each enchanted !
But winter's wind , and summer ' s show ' r , Will seldom spare so fair a flow ' r , And our belov'd was blighted ;—To milder climes the flower we bore , And there it blossom'd as before , And seem'd as though ' twould fade no more ;—Oh , —how we were delighted !
But once again the death-wind came , And struck its frail and feeble frame , By kindness unretarded ; Resign'd to fate , it hung its head , Ten thousand dying odours shed , And smil'd , as whispering angels said , "In heaven thou'lt be rewarded . " F . F . D
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1821, page 50, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2496/page/50/
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