Thus soared thy soul, who, though young, didst inherit Together with his blood thy father's spirit, Whose active zeal and tried faith were to thee Familiar ever since thy infancy. Others were timed and trained up to't, but thou Didst thy swift years in piety outgrow. Age made them reverend and a snowy head, But thou wert so, ere time his snow could shed. Then who would truly limn thee out must paint First a young patriarch, then a married saint. [1] 'Lahai-roi:' a well in the south country where Jacob dwelt, between Kadesh and Bered; _Heb.,_ The well of him that liveth and seeth me. MAN'S FALL AND RECOVERY. Farewell, you everlasting hills! I'm cast Here under clouds, where storms and tempests blast This sullied flower, Robbed of your calm; nor can I ever make, Transplanted thus, one leaf of his t'awake; But every hour He sleeps and droops; and in this drowsy state Leaves me a slave to passions and my fate. Besides I've lost A train of lights, which in those sunshine days Were my sure guides; and only with me stays, Unto my cost, One sullen beam, whose charge is to dispense More punishment than knowledge to my sense. Two thousand years I sojourned thus. At last Jeshurun's king Those famous tables did from Sinai bring. These swelled my fears, Guilts, trespasses, and all this inward awe; For sin took strength and vigour from the law. Yet have I found A plenteous way, (thanks to that Holy One!) To cancel all that e'er was writ in stone. His saving wound Wept blood that broke this adamant, and gave To sinners confidence, life to the grave. This makes me span My fathers' journeys, and in one fair step O'er all their pilgrimage and labours leap. For God, made man, Reduced the extent of works of faith; so made Of their Red Sea a spring: I wash, they wade. 'As by the offence of one the fault came on all men to condemnation; so by the righteousness of one, the benefit abounded towards all men to the justification of life.'--ROM. v. 18. THE SHOWER. 1 'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake From her faint bosom breathed thee, the disease Of her sick waters, and infectious ease. But now at even, Too gross for heaven, Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake. 2 Ah! it is so with me; oft have I pressed Heaven with a lazy breath; but fruitless this Pierced not; love only can with quick access Unlock the way, When all else stray, The smoke and exhalations of the breast. 3 Yet if, as thou dost melt, and, with thy train Of drops, make soft the earth, my eyes could weep O'er my hard heart, that's bound up and asleep, Perhaps at last, Some such showers past, My God would give a sunshine after rain. BURIAL.