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Si2 FOREST MELODIES.
And when thy mission-work is ended here, Quick will the portals of the sky unfold;
Angels will beckon from their sinless sphere, And Jesus smile on thine ascending soul.
And honours wait thee in that heavenly clime, Honours a world like ours can ne'er bestow ;
All heaven shall hail thee with a peal sublime, And place a crown on thy triumphant brow!
BEAUTY EVERYWHERE. There's beauty in the sky at close of day,
When burnish'd clouds hang o'er the setting sun; And at the early dawn, when the first ray Proclaims his glorious course but just begun.
And when the noon-tide fervour reigns supreme, And faintness bows the frail, white blossom down;
When languid flows the warm, meandering stream, And silence spreads her dreamy pinions round!
0 1 there is beauty on the moss-grown knoll, And in the covert of the shadowy trees;
A charm that whispers to the inmost soul Is borne upon the fragrant summer breeze.
There's beauty in the winged storm, when night Rolls the huge clouds on their majestic course: