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Such foretaste of the perfect joy of heaven.
And when the thought recurred of sufferings past,
Perils which threatened still, and arduous toil
Yet to be undergone, remembered griefs
Heightened the present happiness; and hope
Upon the shadows of futurity
Shone like the sun upon the morning mists,
When driven before his rising rays they roll,
And melt and leave the prospect bright and clear!
Southey.
And when the thought recurred of sufferings past,
Perils which threatened still, and arduous toil
Yet to be undergone, remembered griefs
Heightened the present happiness; and hope
Upon the shadows of futurity
Shone like the sun upon the morning mists,
When driven before his rising rays they roll,
And melt and leave the prospect bright and clear!
Southey.
TO SLEEP.
Though death's strong image in thy form we trace,
Come, sleep! and fold me in thy soft embrace,
Come, genial sleep! that sweetest blessing give,
To die thus living, and thus dead to live.
Come, sleep! and fold me in thy soft embrace,
Come, genial sleep! that sweetest blessing give,
To die thus living, and thus dead to live.
The Hindoos assert, that if the Author of the Universe preferred one religion to another, that only could prevail of which he approved; because to presume such preference while we see so many different religions would be the height of impiety, as it would be supposing injustice towards those he left ignorant of his will; and they therefore conclude, that every religion is peculiarly adapted to the country and people where it is practised, and that all in their original purity are equally acceptable to God.
