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Of hallowed joys, and stings the wounded thought With social hours we ne'er must share again!
Ah ! ruthless blow, unceremonious fate,
Which swept from earth my boasted hope so soon,
Who bright that morning smiled with soul elate,
Through life his memory in mine shall bloom,
Which oft this saddened bosom would illume,
Acute in feeling, in affection pure,
Religion's unassuming ornature,
In God, ah ! blessed he indeed who dies 1
Why should I mourn 1 though absent, is he lost?
Are stars at noon ? the bark which havened lies
All hail ! that glorious, that auspicious morn,
His cell the captive, with exulting, scorn
Then shall he " bask in uncreated rays," And share unmingled pleasures ever new,
And strike the golden lyre in endless praise In concert with the chosen, faithful few.
THE FRIENDLY WISH.
fIFE of my life, my joy and pleasure,
For O the golden ties that bind us
The sweets we taste of heaven remind us,
Ah! what those joys and glowing feelings
Soul-united friends inspire,
Of the burning seraph's fire f
And now, my friend of tried affection,
Ever faithful and sincere,
Graced by all that can endear,
List to the warmest benediction
Of a friend sincere and true, Regard it as the heart's conviction
Which for ever glows for you.
May Heaven be with thee while pursuing
The manna of His grace renewing,
May health, and happiness, and honour,
And may the good and gracious Donor
As dews refresh the lovely flower,
So may untainted virtue's power
May knowledge, wisdom, truth, and favour,
Overflowing and divine,
And on thee for ever shine!
Last, when thy wand'rings are completed
By seraphs may thy soul be greeted
There may you live, and share for ever
Bliss secured beyond decay,
'Mid the scenes of endless day!
PARODY ON THE BURIAL OF
fOT a sound was heard, but laughter and mirth,
On the floor we stretched him at dead of night,
The straw with our feet overturning; By the clear shining beams of the cheerful gas-light,
Since the "gloaming" full cock he'd left burning.
No nightcap encircled his timeworn brows,
But he lay like Silenus taking his snooze,
For the "British " we cursed his unquenchable love,
We saw that such folly his ruin would prove,
We thought as we tossed up his lonely, cold bed,
That soon will they trumpet the scandal, and spread The shame of such merciless drinking.
How many the laurels will wrench from his name,
Unsparing insult, and upbraid him;
For low has the "enemy " laid him.
We finished our task as the clock had struck one, And thought it high time for retiring;
By the clamour we heard the new-year had begun, For all was the "spirit" inspiring.
Then gladly, at length, we bade him farewell,
All snuffy, and filthy, and gory;
That we left him alone in his glory.