So I’ve seen the gentle spirit Linger as it pass’d away, Softly, brightly glowing, ere it Faded in eternal day. Glowing with the light of Heaven-- Light of God’s eternal love:-- Like the _cloudlet_ of the even, So it pass’d to realms above. _Rev. E. Case._ COMFORT. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me: thy rod and thy staff they _comfort_ me.--Psalm xxiii. 4. This is my _comfort_ in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me.--Psalm cxix. 50. _Comfort_ ye, _comfort_ ye my people, saith your God.--Isaiah, xl. 1. I, even I, am He that _comforteth_ you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the Son of Man which shall be made as grass; and forgettest the Lord thy Maker.--Isaiah, li. 12, 13. The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to _comfort_ all that mourn.--Isaiah, lxi. 1, 2. Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all _comfort_; Who _comforteth_ us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to _comfort_ them which are in any trouble, by the _comfort_ wherewith we ourselves are _comforted_ of God.--II. Corinthians, i. 3, 4. There is a haven yet to rest my soul on, In midst of all unhappiness, which I look on With the same _comfort_ as a distressed seaman Afar off views the coast he would enjoy, When yet the seas do toss his reeling barque, ’Twixt hope and danger. _Shirley._ In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, _comfort_ me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, _comfort_ me! When the house doth sigh and weep, And the world is drowned in sleep, Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit, _comfort_ me! When the priest his last hath prayed, And I nod to what is said, ’Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, _comfort_ me! When the judgment is revealed, And that open which was sealed, When to thee I have appealed, Sweet Spirit, _comfort_ me! _Robert Herrick._ The voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key; Those eyes which unto me did seem More _comfortable_ than the day! Those now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen; But what I once enjoyed in them, Shall seem hereafter as a dream.