But syren voice unknown: each sense

Exulting feels itself in boundless range,
There tremblingly alive, the touch imparts
Sensations new, and every touch is joy.
Each soften'd zephyr of the ambient air,
Impregnate with celestial balm, conveys
To the charm'd ear the sweetest melodies:
Whilst to the sight extended views are given,
To gaze where beauty in perfection shines,
And shapes immortal endless rise to view.
Hunger and thirst in those bright realms unfelt,
The sense of taste would be in vain bestow'd,
Unless by love, and wisdom infinite,

It there receives some happier mode to please,
Or, in exchange, some nobler power conferr'd;
Perchance the privilege to range through time,
From its remotest, to its latest bound,

Viewing, as in a picture, at one glance,
Each changeful scene, that pass'd in earthly life,
Unravel all the deep and wond'rous maze
In which the paths of providence were hid,
And justify the ways of God to man.-

And am I urged on angel wing to aspire To these bright regions of inheritance: There let my soul to every joy expand, Gaze with uninjured eye on central suns, Mingle with seraph forms that shine around, Share in the freedom of the sons of God, And sing their hallelujahs!—Ecstatic thought! Sure this is love, and love beyond degree! Let infidels refuse the proffer'd gift, Mine be the pious boast, the glorious hope, To live the Christian, and receive his Crown.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

SLEEP on, dear babe-with joy I trace

That smile upon thy infant face,

And in a parent's loved embrace

Enfold thee round;