Splendid orb of living light, That wakes the world from silent night, Still warm this dark opaque domain, Thou brightest of the solar train. "When the soft cooling show'r descends, And to the earth its moisture lends." When murky clouds obscure thy way, And part exclude thee from the day, Ah, yet again wilt thou revive, And o'er the globe thy lustre give; Yet shall thy beams "from day to day, The great Creator's power display;" And thy resistless radiant blaze, "In silent fervour muse his praise." THE VOICE OF TIME. Did we e'er mark the budding rose, And see its fragrant sweets disclose, Observe it grow from day to day, Till full perfection crowned the spray. Then straight we see it fade apace, And lose each vivifying grace; And ev'ry balmy leaf we find, Is shortly given to the wind. Watch, then, says Time, each hour you live, Nor with ill deeds my spirit grieve; From first beginning is my birth, And for your good, ye sons of earth; O, fill the Father's high behest, And lead the way to heav'nly rest; For all below must soon decay, And, like the rose, must pass away. In Memory of MRS. WILLIAM RICHARDS. Where late was gladness, when the morn arose. And cheerful musing, on the evening's close, Serenest pleasure dwelt with gentle sway, And peaceful slumber closed the joyful day. Where now, alas! affliction's deepest sigh, Is heard around in mournful symphony; A mother's tears are shed in bitter wo, And in despondency her sorrows flow: While sad vibrations agitate the breast, And friendship's voice is heard in deep distress. 'Tis past--the sigh is breathed, the tear is shed, And Anna's number'd with the silent dead. She was all goodness--gen'rous was her mind, Warm with benevolence to human kind: O'er the dark mind to pour instruction's ray, And lead the ignorant in wisdom's way; With patient zeal the Christian's path to smooth, And wide diffuse the genial light of truth. One lonely bosom breathes a deeper sigh, Connected by a near, and dearer tie: With him she trod the late delightful road; For him her heart with friendly fervour glow'd. He'll ne'er forget how many social hours Derived new joy from her soft, soothing pow'rs. Can he upon the scenes look back unmoved, When pious converse still the hours improved; While fancy, led by hope, the theme pursued, And future happiness in prospect view'd. Fancy, where now are thy illusive dreams? Faded thy visions bright, with golden gleams; _Friendship_, thy hope's, untimely fled away, And _this_ the last sad tribute we can pay. Our _loss_ demands--_receives_ the mournful strain, Let sounds of triumph celebrate her gain; The spirit 'scaping from its bonds of clay, Traces, with angel guides, the lucid way; Exalted notes from harps celestial rise, And kindred spirits hail her to the skies. INVOCATION TO PRAYER. Morning.