He bless’d that Book his heart had cheer’d,
And tried its worth to tell;
He bles’d that Blood which once was shed,
To save his soul from hell.
Yes! Christ to him was precious then,
His company was sweet;
He said, His love was in his heart,
The world beneath his feet.
This, when the monster Death arriv’d,
Did solid comfort bring;
That blood he felt had quite depriv’d
The monster of his sting.
“This body chang’d, shall soon,” said he,
“With saints and angels join,
And sing to all eternity,
The depths of Love Divine!”
SOLITARY REFLECTIONS!
(Occasioned by the death of a newly married pair, who drowned themselves, after living together three weeks.)
On Esk’s old bank the watery willows weep,
Where wife and husband launch’d into the deep;—
And from their cottage sought an early grave,
To end their jarring, in the peaceful wave
Ah, hapless pair! who can withhold the tear,
When he the melancholy place draws near!
The dire event to future times will prove,
The short enjoyment of your wedded love!
How apt are earthly prospects to deceive,
And leave her disappointed sons to grieve!
How oft will trifling things the mind perplex,
Where grace doth not her influences mix!