Set the sail and trim the boat,
Softly blow the breezes;
Let the light bark onward float,
Where the zephyr pleases.
Though the mountain's ponderous brow,
Casts its shadow o'er us;
Yet the valley's sunny glow,
Is beaming bright before us.
See,…
"Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Before the sun, before the heavens, thou wert!" MILTON.
I.
From the quickened womb of the primal gloom
The sun rolled black and bare,
Till I wove him a vest for his Ethiop breast,
Of the threads of…
I.
O COLDLY gleams the setting sun,
And the dews of eve are chill;
The flood is in the valley,
And the mist upon the hill.
November's blast comes sweeping
Through the forest lone and sere -
And the waning year goes creeping,
To her cold and…
Farewell - we go! we go!
"Brethren, tell us whiter?
" Murmuring long and low, In her heathen woe,
Asia calls us thither!
Sad Afric loads the gale
With her prayerful weeping;
For the mission sail, Till the stars prevail,
Still her lone watch…
Daughter of faith, and was it thineSo rich a dower to gain,As blessing on thy silent wayFrom lips of care and pain?Thus didst thou walk on earth, who nowArt with the angel train!While in thy Savior's work below,Thy willing footsteps moved,Till want…
If yon bright stars, which gem the night,
Be each a blissful dwelling sphere,
Where kindred spirits re-unite,
Whom death has torn asunder here;
How sweet it were at once to die,
And leave this blighted orb afar,
Mixt soul and soul to cleave the…
Go forth my mite! and join the heap,
That philanthropy bestows:
Go save our Press, our friends go keep,
In safety from all foes.
Be not abashed - resign thy fear,
That weak, and poor thou art:
'Twas honest labor brought thee here,
'Tis freedom…
One closing sultry summer day,I wandered forth the viewThe beauties of my native vale;The scenes seemed ever new.There danc'd the sunbeams on each hill,Here shade did intervene;While murm'ring sounds rose from each rill,As it cours'd through foliage…
"Blessed are the dead who die in the LORD." REV. xiv. 3."These are they which came out of great tribulation." REC. vii. 14.FINISHED is thy strife, thy conflict's o'er,The eyes that wept are now to weep no more:GOD shall wipe away all tears in…
We entered noiselessly, - our spirits quelled,Our passions hushed to quietude: there stoleO'er us a kind of awe, a solemn, deep,And softening emotion; o'er our soulsThe tide unbidden swept; 't was sweet, and yetIt saddened with a sadness which it…
