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PITTSFIELD, my native town, how chang'd art thou,
Since first, in childhood's years, thy streets I trod,
My father then thine only teacher!—Now
As though upspringing from prolific sod,
Its sempiternal source with God on high,
Whence God's own Son in wondrous mercy came,
May all thy pastors guide their flocks aright,
91. TO SARAH ANNA HOPKINS.
SARAH, my much-lov'd grandchild, thou dost bear
An ancient name of honor; on this day,
Since first thou didst draw in the vital air;
Utter'd with all the fervency I may,
Like ancient Sarah, thou wilt keep with care.
Be years of honor, usefulness, and joy,
For thou wilt drink at Christian joy's pure fount, And hopes, like these, will thy best thoughts employ
• A glad exchange to me will sure be given,For death new life, for earth a glorious heaven!
Lady, who late didst teach the blinded slave,
And hidden truth didst open to his sight,
I honor thee, most noble, good, and brave.
And for this, in their chivalry and might,
From dark forgetfulness thy name shall save.
By bigots thrust, because he dar'd to say,
Our system's centre is the orb of day, And earth revolves by laws that never sleep. Though him they silenc'd, still the earth turns
round: Though thee they bind, God's light shall not be
Fit emblem of Christ's servant,-him whose love
Has borne him to his distant heathen field,
But crimes, that shut men out from heav'n above: There, heedless of fatigue, his footsteps move
In ceaseless toil; nor from his view conceal'd
The worshipper is sham'd in idol's grove.
Thy master's promise trust; the good seed sow;
A glorious harvest thou wilt help to gain.
Yet from thy outpour'd blood may spring the truth,
TO MISS HANNAH LYMAN, MONTREAL.
I owe thee many thanks, my distant friend,
That on the broad Canadian river's shore
Thou didst remember me, and to me send
roar, His bounty wide, his mercy without end ! They speak to faith of greater sweetness far
Denoted by the wine that Jesus gave,
The Son of God, who came from heav'n to save,-
Which purchases our life, salvation free,
VISIT TO PONTOOSUC OR PITTSFIELD.
PITTSFIELD, so nam'd from British statesman bold,
Who dar'd command the struggles of the free,
How dear art thou to my pain'd vision old ?
And many a wither'd joy, as well might be,
Since first thy light I saw and bliss untold.
All earthly good departs; but as a rock,
Which heeds not ocean's waves nor tempest loud,
The same I held, when first in early youth
“ Hail, Old MEN! Quite a goodly Company!"
”— True, we are old ; this day assembled here In this new mansion to partake this cheer,
Of ancient friend to wake the memory:
And ears that fail not yet the truths to hear,
Which some in life's fair morn cannot descry,
We see time's speed, and death to be no cheat;
To us the Sun of Righteousness shines bright, And bright yon heav'ns, up where we hope to meet.
We see the worth of Truth, of Faith, of Love,Our certain guides to ENDLESS LIFE above.
To change for good alone my mingled state
In this brief life, and what I have to hold
This wakens joy; and this will be my fate,
Now hear I this—“0, chosen one, behold
Come, share our bliss unmeasurably great !”.
Not one is conscience-smitten of the throng ;
Not one a suff'rer, all I see are blest ; All know God's truth, all lift th' eternal song.-
Thus hearing calls from ev'ry heav'nly voicem These scenes in vision-DYING I REJOICE !
Great are the works of God, which meet our sight.
Proud, sinful man! thyself above all fear
And here be taught his majesty and might.
bright? But now its waves in froth and rage appear, And as they plunge down deep, their voice we hear,
Like thunders bursting from the clouds of night. This river from his hand doth God outpour:
Then say, 0 sinner! hast thou naught to dread
From Majesty Divine, whom thou each hour Dost treat with scorn, though soon to join the dead?
Pause in thy guilty path :—consider well-
How can a sinning man with God be just ?
This grand inquiry all men need to make,
For flagrant evil deeds or secret lust,
Ye sleepers on the brink of woe! awake
The fetters binding all the lost unjust.
Mercy and truth in union sweet combine,
And shine forth glorious in the scheme divinc. The word reveal'd unfolds to us the way,
By which we, sinners, can be just with God;It is by Faith in Christ's atoning blood.