TO THE MEMORY OF JAMES MONTGOMERY.

Sweet minstrel, who through life hast turned thy face

Unto the city of the heavenly king;

Of infinite mercy, and of boundless grace,

And God’s high attributes hast loved to sing;

E’en like a pilgrim onward journeying,

To whom this world was no abiding place;

But through whose mists of sin and sorrowing

Thou hadst a light the devious way to trace.

The river thou hast crossed, the shining gate

Hath oped to bid thee welcome to thy rest;

Thy voice, which sounded in our ears but late,

Now swells the chorus of the truly blest:

Thou hast departed, but hast left thy lays,

A rich bequest of holy prayer and praise.


CYCLOPÆDIA

OF

SACRED POETICAL QUOTATIONS.