VII.

THE DEPARTED CHILD.

ND haft thou fought thy heavenly home,
Our fond, dear boy;

The realms where forrow dare not

come,

Where life is joy?

Pure at thy death as at thy birth,
Thy fpirit caught no taint from earth,
Ev'n by its blifs we meet our dearth,

Defpair was in our last farewell,

As closed thine eye;

Cafa Wappy!

Tears of our anguish may not tell

When thou didst die;

Words may not paint our grief for thee,

Sighs are but bubbles on the fea

Of our unfathomed agony,

Cafa Wappy!

Thou wert a vifion of delight,

To bless us given;
Beauty embodied to our fight,
A type of Heaven :

So dear to us thou wert, thou art,
Ev'n less thine own felf, than a part,

Of mine, and of thy mother's heart,

Cafa Wappy!

Thy bright brief day knew no decline,

'Twas cloudless joy;

Sunrise and night alone were thine,
Beloved boy!

This morn beheld thee blithe and gay,
That found thee proftrate in decay;
And ere a third fhone, clay was clay,
Cafa Wappy!

Gem of our hearth, our household pride,
Earth's undefiled;

Could love have faved, thou hadst not died,

Our dear, sweet child!

Humbly we bow to fate's decree,

Yet had we hoped that time should fee

Thee mourn for us, not us for thee,

Cafa Wappy!

Do what I may, go where I will,
Thou meet'ft my fight;

There doft thou glide before me still -
A form of light.

I feel thy breath upon my cheek,
I fee thee fmile, I hear thee speak,
Till oh! my heart is like to break,

Cafa Wappy!

Ev'n to the laft, thy every word,

To glad, to grieve,

Was sweet, as sweetest song of bird,
On fummer's eve;

K

In outward beauty undecayed,

Death o'er thy fpirit cast no shade,

And like the rainbow thou didst fade,

Cafa Wappy!

We mourn for thee when blind blank night
The chamber fills;

We pine for thee when morn's first light

Reddens the hills:

The fun, the moon, the stars, the fea,

All, to the wall-flower and wild pea,

Are changed; we faw the world through thee,

Cafa Wappy!

And though, perchance, a smile may gleam

Of cafual mirth,

It doth not own, whate'er may seem,

An inward birth.

We miss thy small step on the stair,

We miss thee at thine evening prayer;
All day we miss thee, everywhere,

Cafa Wappy!

Snows muffled earth when thou didst go,

In life's fpring-bloom,

Down to the appointed house below—

But

The silent tomb.

now the

green leaves on the tree,

The cuckoo, and "the bufy bee,"

Return-but with them bring not thee,

Cafa Wappy!

'Tis fo; but can it be (while flowers

Revive again)

Man's doom, in death that we and ours
For aye remain?

Oh! can it be, that, o'er the grave,
The grass renewed should yearly wave,

Yet God forget our child to fave?

Cafa Wappy!

It cannot be; for were it fo,

Thus man could die,

Life were a mockery- thought were woe

And truth a lie;

Heaven were a coinage of the brain

Religion frenzy - virtue vain

And all our hopes to meet again,

Cafa Wappy!

Yes, 'tis fweet balm to our despair,

Fond, fairest boy,

That Heaven is God's, and thou art there

With Him in joy :

There past are death and all its woes;
There beauty's ftream for ever flows;

And pleasure's day no funfet knows,

Cafa Wappy!

Farewell, then, for a while, farewell,

Pride of my heart;

It cannot be that long we dwell

Thus torn apart:

Time's fhadows like the fhuttle flee,
And dark howe'er life's night may be,
Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee,

Cafa Wappy! MOIR.

VIII.

THE PASTOR.

IVE me the Priest these graces fhall
poffefs :-

Of an Ambaffador the first address;
A Father's tendernefs; a Shepherd's

care;

A Leader's courage, who the cross can bear;
A Ruler's awe; a watchman's wakeful eye;
A Pilot's skill, the helm in ftorms to ply;
A Fisher's patience, and a Labourer's toil;
A Guide's dexterity to difembroil;
A Prophet's infpiration from above,

A Teacher's knowledge, and a Saviour's love.

BISHOP KEN.

IX.

THE PASTOR.

JOLINESS on the head

d;

Light and perfections on the breaft; Harmonious bells below, raifing the

dead,

To lead them unto life and reft ;

Thus are true Aarons dreft.