And rolling in its glorious way To him alike the living stream, Thither we hasten-as the sand Drops in the hour-glass, never still; What is our duty here?—to tend From good to better-thence to best; To pluck the flowers that round us blow, And so to live, that when the sun May 'shrine our names in memory's light; BOWRING. RETIREMENT. (HRICE happy he who, far in Scottish glen Retired, (yet ready at his country's call), Has left the restless emmet-hill of man! He never longs to read the saddening tale, Of endless wars; and seldom does he hear GRAHAME. RETIREMENT. AR from the world, O Lord! I flee, From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. The calm retreat, the silent shade, There if thy Spirit touch the soul, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays, Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Author and Guardian of my life, Pop in ar let the iternal M. & sfon his o we then to presence fall. An hon of cap, tranqobity, Shot a. it to clome Thee? Yes, the Crear Ir visible, I ri m's seat divine, Mayor thus earth to dwell. Now, the soler in though, pervice Had diet, as", like (be*. Set, 1. Then turn my world's therrats with Tɔlla conır ri And, purified from taip of a ", And earth's po Ador let lae et um gerament Love Ady majesty, hy love; ve which er all is shed- g the stars dove cur head, iss; |