Fit emblem of Christ's servant,――him whose love Has borne him to his distant heathen field, Which, if not by him reach'd, can nothing yield But crimes, that shut men out from heav'n above: There, heedless of fatigue, his footsteps move In ceaseless toil; nor from his view conceal'd Lies hid the peril, when God's truth reveal'd The worshipper is sham'd in idol's grove. Brave man! toil on; thou shalt not toil in vain: Thy master's promise trust; the good seed sow; A glorious harvest thou wilt help to gain. And should the madmen's dagger lay thee low, Yet from thy outpour'd blood may spring the truth, Life's nutriment to Old men and to Youth! 94. TO MISS HANNAH LYMAN, MONTREAL. I owe thee many thanks, my distant friend, That on the broad Canadian river's shore Thy home being gain'd with joyfulness once more Thou didst remember me, and to me send These clust'ring Grapes, which now on me attend To soothe a sick man's taste. From God's rich store They came,――from where the northern tempests roar,―― His bounty wide, his mercy without end! They speak to faith of greater sweetness far Denoted by the wine that Jesus gave, The Son of God, who came from heav'n to save,―― The Blood of Him, the framer of each star, Which purchases our life, salvation free, High glory, honor, immortality! 95. VISIT TO PONTOOSUC OR PITTSFIELD. PITTSFIELD, so nam'd from British statesman bold, Who dar'd command the struggles of the free, What time men forg'd the chains for liberty; How dear art thou to my pain'd vision old? And many a scene now past dost thou unfold, And many a wither'd joy, as well might be, For years have fall'n, as leaves from autumn tree, Since first thy light I saw and bliss untold. Swift as the shadow of a flying cloud All earthly good departs; but as a rock, Which heeds not ocean's waves nor tempest loud, My faith in Jesus, Savior, bides the shock:―― The same I held, when first in early youth I here proclaim'd the heav'n-descended truth. 96. COMPANY OF OLD MEN. "Hail, OLD MEN! Quite a goodly Company!"―― True, we are old; this day assembled here In this new mansion to partake this cheer, Of ancient friend to wake the memory.―― Though old, yet have we undimm'd eyes to see And ears that fail not yet the truths to hear, Once taught by our deceased pastor dear, Which some in life's fair morn cannot descry, Sin's thick, delusive veil spread o'er their sight. We see time's speed, and death to be no cheat; To us the Sun of Righteousness shines bright, And bright yon heav'ns, up where we hope to meet. We see the worth of Truth, of Faith, of Love,―― Our certain guides to ENDLESS LIFE above. 97. JOY IN A DYING HOUR.