Thick are the branches of o'ershad'wing trees, Of deep, unfading green: does this proclaim, That many a sleeper here hath deathless name, Immortal glory by God's just decrees? These monumental stones no eye that sees―― Of whitest marble as for purest fame, Recording deeds of high and holy aim―― But must their forms approve. Each passing breeze Bears richest odors from these graves, where rest The fathers and their children; men of prayer, Of faith, and love, and ev'ry virtue blest.―― For the great rising day be it our care To be ourselves companions of the wise; With them to meet our Savior in the skies. 38. THE LORD'S PRAYER. Our heav'nly Father, whom we fear and love, Hallow'd by all thy children be thy name; Thy kingdom come――an empire without blame; Let men obey thee, like the blest above. Give us this day our daily bread; remove Our guilt, as we forgive a brother's shame; Let not temptation urge its mighty claim, Nor web of evil be around us wove; For thine the kingdom is, and thine the praise; And thine the pow'r, which no resistance knows: To thee, O God, be endless glory given.―― Thus will I pray, while heart within me plays, Or tongue is free my feelings to disclose, Till I shall join the choral song in heaven. 39. PRAISE TO GOD. Psalm 148. Praise ye the Lord. Ye Angels, give him praise And all his hosts throughout the heav'ns on high; Both sun and moon, and stars that fill the sky, For his command made all your lights to blaze. Let all earth's hosts their voices loud upraise; Ye mountains proud that human feet defy, And dragons which in ocean-deeps do lie; Fire, hail, and vapors, tempests that amaze The seaman in his barque; the drifting snow; All lofty cedars and each fruitful tree; The fowl that fly, and beasts that creep below; All kings and people, old and young, come ye, And praise God's name, all glorious, good, and great,―― God's name, in majesty o'er all elate! 40. ON MY FATHER, REV. T. ALLEN. I give thee thanks and praise, Great God above! That though one half a hundred years be fled Since my dear earthly father join'd the dead, He lives within my heart. His faith, his love, His zeal for right, the thoughts that him did move The foes of truth t' encounter without dread,―― All foes of Him who on the cross once bled,―― Such things for him a web of honor wove. My years are more than his: O, could I say, My virtues are but equal; and that, when I reach the closing hour of my life's day, My God would give me his strong faith; for then, As told he could not live, he made reply―― "I'm going to _live_ forever in the sky!" 41. TIME'S END. Rev. 10.