HYMN FOR THE SONS OF THE CLERGY. "And behold I have taken the Levites from among the "children of Israel.” NUMBERS III. 12. How blest those olive plants that grow Where streams of fresh instruction flow 'Twas thus the swallow rear'd her young, Of whom the Royal Prophet sung, 310 When, like the swallow's tender brood, Where'er they roam, where'er they rest, Still may the streams of grace divine Glide softly near their devious way; And faith's fair light serenely shine, Still may they with fraternal love Each other's shield and aid become; And while thro' distant realms they rove, Remember still their childhood's home; The simple life, the frugal fare, The kind parental counsels given, The tender love, the pious care, That early winged their hopes to heav'n. And when the evening shades decline, And holier, happier climes explore. And when the faithful shepherds view T 4 WHO DIED NEAR INVERNESS IN THE 21ST YEAR OF HER AGE, AUGUST 1776. A FRAGMENT. WHAT Sound of woe from yonder grove Floats mournful on the dying gale? Like echo to the plaintive dove, Responsive thro' the winding vale. Each chaster love and milder grace There weep round gentle JESSY's tomb, There join to consecrate the place, And teach the flowers more lasting bloom. Though now, an undecaying flow'r, And past the final painful hour, She suffers grief and care no more! Yet oft shall pity's melting tear The virgin choir shall there resort, And there with sad remembrance tell, Though formed in beauty's softest mould, Her gentle mind more timid grew. Unknown to her each trivial art, Which callous, hollow breasts conceal; Sway'd by the feelings of her heart, That artless heart was form'd to feel; With pure and faithful love to glow, To cherish friendship's sacred tie, To melt away in virtuous woe, Or throb with tenderest sympathy. Unskill'd in envy's treacherous ways, |