The darkness is away:
Is not the smile of morn, in bright
And deeply glorious lines;
'Tis the first presage of its light,
The morning star that shines.
IMMORTALITY.
[The following verses were suggested by the striking reply of a Protestant minister, who was about to proceed to Ireland, to labour among the deluded and ignorant Popish peasantry, and who, on being warned by a friend of the personal danger he thereby incurred, nobly answered, "I am immortal, till my work is done!">[
What nerves the soldier in the field,