THE MOURNER'S COMFORT. BY ARCHDEACON SPENCER. "BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN, FOR THEY SHALL BE COMFORTED." Matt. iv. 5. SWEET, falls the shower on Sharon's leaves, Sweet, sighs the gale o'er India's billow, When lips with lips unchanging meet, Sweet, to the exile's widow'd ear The notes of home remember'd long; And sweet to speak, and sweet to hear, The music of his native tongue— Sweet, from the gheber's perfumed urn, Their sunward way his offerings find, Sweeter the prodigal's return, Sweetest the Christian's will resigned. Bright is the wild wave's sparkling foam, Bright in Brazilian mines the gem, |