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'Twas a sweet April morning : I traversed the
glade Where my light foot in infancy often had played: Each object recalled to my lingering view The hours that there once so delightfully flew.
Dear scenes of enchantment, for ever gone by!
Oh, why is it thus, that we never discover
All aimless and wild as the zephyr, we fleet
Though they lure us to pluck them, and woo us
to stay, We trample, we slight them, and flutter away.
Then, when life brings its crosses, its cares, and
its fears, When disaster beside and before us appears, Then we pause, and look back, and our folly
discern; Then we prize, bless, and mourn what can never
When all that hope hung on for comfort is flown, When delights from the past must be gathered
alone, How dimly they shine through the distance of
How ill can they chase present shadows and tears! Woe, woe to the heart, that is destined to ache In a world whose gay bustle it loathes to partake ! Where nothing is left that is moving or dear, That can light up a smile, or elicit a tear !
When conscience is sickened on looking within, When without there is little to wish or to win, When Memory shrinks back from the things that
have been, And Hope looking onward grows pale at the scene,
Oh, where to find comfort? Oh, whither to fly, Scarce wishing to live, and yet dreading to die? Thus helpless, thus reckless, pierced, lost, un
forgiven; Heart-broken on earth, and desponding of heaven!
Lord, Thou canst give light in this hour of despair ;
'Tis good that our props should from ’neath us be
fled, If we drop into Arms Everlasting instead ; That thistles and thorns in our pathway should
rise, If they send us but on for repose to the skies.
When all else is changing within and around,
Such terrors to drive, and such love to allure, Lord, add but Thy grace, and the issue is sure. My trials may thicken, my comforts may flee; I'm rich amid ruin with heaven and Thee,
THE WORLD RENOUNCED.
Go, worthless world! I've tried and found
Thy hollowness at last :
And at all thou hast.
Thy smiles, thy flatteries, thy deceit,
I've scanned them o'er and o'er.
Go, other hearts to snare and cheat ;
Thou holdest mine no more.
I've been thy dupe, I've been thy scoff,
For years I've worn thy chain : My Saviour came and called me off,
And I am free again;