We reached at length the Stranger's burying place,
Where nought was seen but leafy grass and weeds ;
Here is the Stranger's Grave, even where his face
Was never known, his fate no mortal heeds.
He now lies low in slumber undisturbed
Unkindness never more shall wound him here ;
His wanderings all are o'er, his voice not heard,
And no one drops for him affection's tear.
ON RECEIVING A MEMORIAL OF MY DEAREST
E. S., SENT ME BY HER DEAR MOTHER .
Precious memorial of a friend so dear,
What strange emotions now my bosom heave !
I cannot weep, I cannot shed a tear,
Though weeping would my heavy heart relieve.
I think of her, my early youthful friend,
Who now has led the way to endless bliss ;
0 ! were I near thee, then I would attend
Thy wishes, and receive a parting kiss,
But thou hadst all thy heart could e'er desire,
Kind friends to sooth thee whom they now deplore;
Thy Saviour, too , did never far retire
From thy couch side, thou could'st not wish for more.
Can I forget thee ? No, while memory keeps
Her seat within my heavy swelling heart ;
But when I look on this I'll ever weep,
And from my eyes the ready tear will start.
But let me dry my tears, thou art not dead ;
0 ! no, thou’rt kneeling now before yon throne;
I see thee tune thy harp,and bow thine head,
And long to follow thee where thou art gone .
Let me this lesson learn, let me prepare
To meet the King of Terrors calm as thou ;
Then shall I smile when he life's ties shall tear,
And meet him with a calm unclouded brow.
TO MY BROTHER ON HIS BIRTHDAY .
I wish thee joy, my brother,
May heaven's choicest blessings on thee rest :
I wish thee every pleasure
That youth, and health, and friendship can suggest ;
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