Your silver bowers leave in realms of day,

To visit those whose hearts with grief are rent,
Who loved you dearly when enshrined in clay ?

Do ye unseen your golden pinions spread.
When danger threatens from some deadly foe ;

And do ye screen the weak, defenceless head.
And soothe the bosom deeply pierced with woe 1

Oh ! 'tis a thought that fills the soul with joy,
A doctrine cherished at the fond heart's core —

That angel-spirits thus their powers employ.
To guard the righteous in each trying hour.
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When Jacob from his elder brother fled,

In lonely wild at closing hour of day,
He reared a stone as pillow for his head.
And unprotected in the desert lay.
When lo ! he saw a mystic ladder placed—
Its foot on earth, its top above the skies —

Ascending and descending angels traced
Delightful proof of heavenly ministries.
This cheering truth on Inspiration's page.
That angel-forms attend Salvation's heirs,

Is clear as sunbeam, and in every age

To mourning saints sweet consolation bears.
Reader ! perhaps while you peruse these rhymes.
Penned to relieve a heart oppressed and riven.
Some sainted spirit from yon sunny climes

ilay near you stand, to guard your steps to heaven.
But this we know, that great benignant Power,

Whose presence fills illimitable space,
Who formed the earth and paints each lovely flower.
And gave His Son to die for Adam's race —

Whose hand sustains the swallow on the wing,
And feeds each tenant of the barren air,

Will safely to the world of glory bring

The feeblest saint who casts on Him his care.
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ON THE LAMENTED DEATH OF

ffijorge Jltlner, (!Bsq.
