138 DAYS DEPARTED. Dying Year! and is this all? Schemes of bliss that rose awhile, Crushed alike, ye perish here. What shall in thy annals live,— Live, when Time hath passed away? Shall the deaf'ning battle shout, Shall the victim's blood, poured out Furl thy banner, Glory! furl it, Stands the proud man's dwelling, reared On the wreck of poverty? DAYS DEPARTED. Triumphs yet the oppressor, seared, Yet the flame of Envy burneth, In that breast broods hateful vice; Wretch accursed!-sweet Mercy spurneth The cold heart of Avarice. Perish these-let none revive! Year! then where thy trophies, say? What shall in thy annals live, Live, when Time hath passed away? Heard ye not the balmy voice, 139 YES, thou wast called, and who could save! Earth bosoms not a lovelier flower. The germs of promise bud to die? Thou wast the hope of waning years, A mother's love alone can tell. Shall loveliness, sweet girl! like thine, SAVED BY OUR INSTRUMENTALITY. 141 The intellectual graces given, The mental charms that love excite, Can never die exhaled to heaven, They glow, the quenchless gems of light. Farewell! we ask, dear relics! not SAVED BY OUR INSTRUMENTALITY. Ir in some fair and jewelled crown Who woke and watched for souls below; 142 SAVED BY OUR INSTRUMENTALITY. If, stealing on the angels' hymn, Come harmonies of softer wires, In tones, to ears of seraphim, Sweeter than their own silver lyres— It is when saved ones tell above Of him who came when hope had flown; And pointed to a Saviour's love, And led the sinner to the throne. O, holy God! while flies beyond Wide swelling seas, that Truth of Thee, Which melts down every slavish bond, And from dark idols wins the kneeEngage our youthful hearts, that long To labour in this holy strife; And dearer boon than crown and song Is ours-Thy favour, which is Life. |