3 How mildly on the wandering cloud, 'Tis like the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their last. 4 And now, above the dews of night, So faith springs in the hearts of those 5 But soon the morning's happier light, And eyelids that are sealed in death, PEABODY. 18 [10s & 11s.] Star of the East. TUNE-" Folsom." 1 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would his favor secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration, BP. HEBER.* 19 [L. M.] The River of Love. TUNE-" Hamburg." "Ashford." 1 THERE is a pure, a peaceful wave, The bright and heavenly shores above. 2 While streams which on that tide depend, 3 The Pilgrim faint, and near to sink, 4 There, oh my soul, do thou repose, 5 It may be that the waft of love Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven, Hath floated down to us from heaven. *This truly excellent divine and poet was born at Malpas, Eng., 20 6 So shall thy wants and woes be healed, [11s & 10s.] Invitation to Prayer. TUNE" Come, ye Disconsolate." 1 COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish; Come, at the shrine of God, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure; Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, "Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. ANON. 21 [C. M.] Aspiration for Heaven. TUNE-" Elliot," by Mehul. 1 THE bird let loose in eastern skies, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 2 But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, 3 So grant me, God, from every care 1 GENTLY glides the stream of life, 2 'Tis an ever-varied flood, Always rolling to its sea, 23 [8s & 78.] The Fount of Glory. TUNE-" Greenville." Vide Nason's "Vocal Class Book," p. 89. 1 FAR from mortal cares retreating, Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 Who may share this great salvation? MISS JANE TAYLOR.* 24 [7s.] Parting Song. TUNE-"Isle of Beauty." 1 WHEN shall we all meet again? Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 3 When the dreams of life are fled, *This highly amiable and intellectual lady was the daughter of the Rev. Mr. Taylor of Colchester She was born in 1783, and lived until April 1823. Her "Poems for Infant Minds," and "Rhymes for the Nursery," have rendered her name a general favorite with the young. |