peace.
When six days of labour each other succeeding, When hurry and toil have my spirits opprest;
What pleasure to think, as the last is receding, To-morrow will be the sweet sabbath of rest.
And when the vain shadows of time are retiring, When life is fast fleeting, and death is in sight,
The Christian believing, exulting, expiring, Beholds a to-morrow of endless delight!
Write on unheeded, and this maxim know, The man who pardons disappoints his foe.
Young.
Weep not for those, whom the veil of the tomb, In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes,
Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.
Death chill'd the fair fountain, ere sorrow had stain'd it, 'Twas frozen in all the pure light of its course,
And but sleeps till the sunshine of heaven has unchain'd it, To water that Eden, where first was its source !
Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes,
Eve sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profan'd what was born for the skies.
