And sing his matchless love.
Oh may this bliss be mine,
When I their way have trod;
Then in my Saviour’s light I’ll shine,
And give the praise to God.
Surely the romantic dislike of earth, to which thoughtful youths are somewhat subject, but which decreases as their years increase, was never more modestly hinted. Religion keeps persons of all ages from a great deal of nonsense.
In all his serious compositions, there is some suggestion of the purity and depth of the atmosphere in which he saw the object he tried to paint, which, of itself, gives pleasure to a reader more disposed to enjoy what is, than to talk about what is not.
MY FRIEND.
Mine be the friend who walks with God,