LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY. It was a brave attempt! adventurous he, I see the surging brine: the tempest raves: Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land, She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight, The seas for ever calm, the skies for ever bright. A PROSPECT OF THE RESURRECTION. How long shall death, the tyrant, reign And triumph o'er the just, While the rich blood of martyrs slain When shall the tedious night be gone? Let faith arise, and climb the hills, How distant are his chariot wheels, Lo, I behold the scattering shades, I see the Lord of glory come, I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!" And waking saints, with joyful eyes, They leave the dust, and on the wing, In shining garments, meet their King, O may my humble spirit stand How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward through the skies On love's triumphant wing! BREATHING TOWARD THE HEAVENLY COUNTRY. CASIMIRE, BOOK I. OD. 19, IMITATED. "Urit me Patriæ Decor," &c. THE beauty of my native land Immortal love inspires; I burn, I burn with strong desires, A thousand lamps of golden light, Hung high, in vaulted azure, charm my sight, And wink and beckon with their amorous fires. O ye fair glories of my heavenly home, Bright sentinels, who guard my Father's court, Where all the happy minds resort, When will my Father's chariot come? Must ye for ever walk the ethereal round? For ever see the mourner lie An exile to the sky, A pris'ner of the ground? Descend, some shining servants from on high, Build me a hasty tomb; A grassy turf will raise my head; Raphael, behold me, all undress'd, Then mount, and lead the path unknown, Swift I pursue thee, flaming guide! on pinions of my own. THE HUNDRETH EPIGRAM OF CASIMIRE. ON ST. ARDALIO, Who, from a Stage-Player, became a Christian, and suffered Martyrdom. ARDALIO jeers, and in his comic strains The mysteries of our bleeding God profanes, While his loud laughter shakes the painted scenes. Heaven heard, and straight around the smoking throne The kindling lightning in thick flashes shone And vengeful thunder murmur'd to be gone. |