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320 FOREST MELODIES.
Were I to catch some glowing thoughts of earth, And pour the rising numbers wildly forth In richest harmony—
They would not charm, methinks, thy list'ning ear, But thou wouldst choose of Jesus' love to hear,
Of Jesus' wondrous name:— 0 then, blest Spirit! tune my heart with fire, And with thy breathings animate my lyre,
And touch my pen with flame.
Thou know'st, my friend, religion's sacred power. Hast proved its sweetness in the sorrowing hour.
And in the prosp'rous day; Thou knowest well the spirit-cheering light, Which heav'nly hope sheds through time's troubled night,
Along the " narrow way."
And thou hast felt, while at the altar kneeling, A heavenly radiance o'er the spirit-stealing,
Dispelling earthly care; The unbound soul has seem'd released from earth, While pouring its high supplications forth
In the lone place of prayer.
O ! there is something in religion's light, Which links the soul with all things pure and bright, And bids it look away,