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This is the day of all earth's days the best ;
This is the bright, and wondrous, glorious morn, On which the Son of God from heav'n was born,
First offer'd to his mother's vision blest. Think not the harps of angel-hosts could rest,
Louder than warring notes of trump and horn ; The universe was glad at that day's dawn,
For Mercy beam'd on sinners lost, unblest. Christ dwelt as man upon this globe he built, And, having taught the world Truth pure and
We hail the glad return of this glad day;
NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1859.
Though helpless on the bed of sickness laid, -
I've daily thought, to me it might not be.
And this year millions more, to death betray'd, Will reach their doom. For them I've earnest
pray’d, Lord, give them faith in thy salvation free !" Three quarter-centuries of years my own
Will end their flight this day in winter's cold :
Praise to my God for joys and hopes not flown! Hasten, O Lord, the year by thee.foretold,
When thou wilt all the fallen nations raise,
72. DONATI'S COMET, 1858.
Strange Comet, with thy long, curv'd tail so bright,
Hast thou before e'er visited our sphere ?
Full many an eye now looks on thee with fear; But unknown good may spring from thy career
And nigh approach to the great fount of light. From guiding hand of God, enthron'd above,
Thou art not free; thou comest at his will,
Either to work the counsels of his love, Or judgment on the wicked to fulfil. Perchance on thee some, doom'd to woe, may
dwell,-Some demon-spirits, whose abode is hell!
73. EXECUTION FOR MURDER, 1630. Alas, among the Pilgrims came there one
Not of their church nor of their heart and mind, Who ne'er unruly passions knew to bind,
Nor ever learn’d a heav'nly race to run.
A retribution just; nor could he find
As not to see fit doom for deed he'd done.
The Pilgrim Company disclos'd their plan :
Intent to give to life security Without revenge, with purpose stern they said —
As law had said e'er since the world began“Whoso shall shed man's blood, by man shall die!” 74. ONENESS WITH GOD. John 17. Friends of the Son of God! How blest are ye,
That when his fated hour he saw was near,
“O let them all be one, as thou in me And I in thee, so give them unity.”
He meant a Oneness in the Truth, 'tis clear,
To teach the truth to all; to me and thee;-
Oneness of soul, of spirit, and of mind ;
For thus his friends will dwell with him above, While never-ending ages shall unwind.
Lord! on our souls each grace and virtue trace, So shall we see God's glory in thy face !
ON MY BIRTH-DAY. Written Jan. 2, 1859.
While fourscore years wanting but five have fled,
The author of my frame hath it sustain’d.
With thankful joy. What multitudes are dead, The earth twice emptied,-since on infant's bed
My blood began to run in circuits train'd ?
The past how doom'd hereafter will be read:
Me to assist the future so to spend
Becoming one to Him by faith allied ;-
A new and glorious life will then begin
There is a God the universe doth show,
By whom were form’d the countless stars on high,
All angel forms above and men below.
Yet is he not alone; his presence nigh,
Sits one, to whom all holy angels bow.
His only Son,-God's image true and bright,
With various gifts divine endow'd, doth stand
By him God made and rules all worlds above;
There's no man great like him, who dares to die;
Die for the truth, reveal'd from God's own throne.
Unaided by the Spirit from on high;
Weakness is strength and at the stake, alone,
When kindling flames wrap him in agony,
John Huss, and Jerome, and a noble hos
A vict’ry gain’d.-Not in the hero's pride,
Ye Bigots! When the martyrs take their crown,
78. TO REV. DR. SPRING, NEW YORK. Old Soldier of the Son of God, the Lord !
For half a cent'ry hast thou kept the field,
Thine arms divine, the Spirit and the Word; Truth, faith, and pray'r, these all in sweet accord.
Nor have thy wondrous vict'ries been conceal'd; Some to thy Master's glory are reveald,
E’en now th' achievements of his flaming sword. Be thou, my friend, yet faithful unto death;
Then, when the blood-stain'd heroes too must die,
And proudest despots yield their fleeting breath, And all shall meet before the throne on high,
While justice drives the lost ones down to hell, Thine endless song will just begin to swell!
PERSEVERANCE IN CHRIST'S SERVICE.
My friends, be firm and faithful to the last,
That ye in Christian peace and hope may die,
Then as ye hear the trumpet's awful blast,
Into unfathom'd depths of misery,
While ages never counted shall be past ;
ye shall see your great Redeemer blest, Array'd in form most gladd’ning to your sight,
And he shall say, in majesty most bright, “Come, my disciples, enter into rest!"
Then shall the Savior, whom ye serve and love, Transport you to his throne, near God's, above!