INSTALLATION. WHO shall, with blessing, lift abroad Be shepherd of thy chosen, Lord, He that uprightly walks, and works He, nor presuming, rash, nor vain, He that will keep, with toil unpriced, Gently, along this pleasant way, When the Chief Shepherd shall appear, And of his charge, watched over here, AN EARLY DEATH. Death The portal, opening into Paradise; Where grace, that in the bud was here below, Francis Taylor; 1658. We may to our companion go, And strive to lessen anguish thus, While softened sorrows freely flowBut he will ne'er return to us. We may, recalling all the charms, But no- - that spirit is away; We only clasp insensate dust; That soars in uncreated day, This waits the rising of the just. Here, now, at brief corruption's claim, And can it be, the cheek of bloom, Which spake of bliss, and days, and health, Is pillowed in the darksome tomb, To glut the worm's insatiate wealth? And can it be, that eye of light Which flashed out boyhood's hope, is dim? And shades of everlasting night Have lowered, and settled down on him? And can it be, that dulcet voice, Which captive held Refinement's throng, And wakened tears, and bade rejoice, Reveals no more the soul of song? We fondly ask, if all that gave To parents, friends, associates, joy, We ask, dear youth! and from the sod Thy home, and find an answer there. THE WHITE MOUNTAINS. I GAZED upon the mountain's top, So dark, magnificent, and proud. Can this strong mountain from its base And scatter forth its dust, like hail? They may remove, these mountains may Yea, saith the Lord, they shall depart— THE LEGACY. The following is the closing paragraph of Patrick Henry's will: "I have now disposed of all my property to my family; there is one thing more I wish I could give them, and that is the Christian religion. If they had this, and I had not given them one shilling, they would be rich; and if they had not this, and I had given them all the world, they would be poor." HE willed them lands, and tenements, and gold, All that he had by care and caution won,To those his kinsmen, to enjoy and hold, Till their predestined course, like his, was run; And each to others should the same devise, Leaving for self the legend, "Here he lies." All that he had, save one unpurchased gem, Of God were blank without it, 'tis not bold All that he had, save that, the lord of which, ་ |