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VER the emblem of Thy body broken,
A love divine, eternal, overflowing—
Unmerited, and no mutation knowing,
Longing to bless the whole of human kind;
In these memorials, with the eye of faith,
Seen are its triumphs even unto death.
But, O my soul, in humble exultation,
In it behold the seal of thy salvation.
Peace, immortality, are now thy own—
A golden harp, an all-enduring crown.
Thrice blessed boon, all estimate transcending—
Worthy, O is He, praises never ending;
Such condescension who can fully scan?
Wonder, O angels, and adore, 0 man.
Hence having in Thy tabernacle holy
Let me abjure a world of sin and folly,
Teach me, O Lord, and guide where'er I roam,
Till safe in joy I reach my promised home.
TO MY DOG NAILER.
AN this heart forget thee ? never!
Dear to me thy freaks and rambles—
Dear as light and life to me;
Winding, bounding ever free.
Ever faithful and devoted—
Bribeless ever night and day;
Who by wiles could filch away?
Who in violence dares to venture
E'er thy master to assail;
Who once ever saw thee fail?
Compared with thine, alas, how shaded
How fragile, easily invaded,
Would thy example could we follow,
Happy even here our lot; What faithless vows, or friendships hollow,
E'er the human name would blot?
Can this heart forget thee? never!
Is not there thy name enshrined? Yes: I love thee, and will ever,
Favourite of the canine kind.
THE FEEE KIEK.
K He is the freeman whom the Truth makes free."
^THROUGH Caledonia's wide domain
While breath he draws;
But wield the Gospel sword on high,
Though earth and hell may her assail,
What can withstand,
O' Scotia's land?
In spite o' a' opposing clamours,
There Bishop C h and Pope C mers,
Whase zeal, and wit, and classic grammars,
And schemes, and quirks, And heavy pithy logic hammers,
Can douce the Kirks.
But hear what T e has to say,
And legal C h—m, I pray;
What eloquence can theirs gainsay
In ony plea 1 They're ever sure to win the day,
As a' may see.
That spirit-stirring son o' thunder,
Whase red-hot bolts waud rive asunder,
He mines ilk legal Zion under—
Fient ane he'll pass.
Till down they tumble a' in heaps,
Stock, lock, and barrel,
To end the quarrel.
Thus deals he, in his rev'rend pleasure, Wi' a' his woe-doomed shrines o' Caesar, And shows the Court o' Session's plea, sir,
To claim them a' Was proved, and hence she made a seizure
O' ane and a'.
And thus invaded Christ's dominion—
'Tween Him and them,
O fie! O shame!
On sic revolting usurpation
He heaps his blasting imprecation,
And damns sic acts o' legislation,
Which a' can tell, And shows, in learned disputation,
They sprang frae hell.