But hark, again; a voice is heard, Resounding through the sullen gloom; A mighty conquerer has appear'd, And rose triumphant from the tomb. No longer let creation mourn; Ye sons of sorrow, dry your tears; Life--life--eternal life is ours, Dismiss your doubts, dispel your fears. The King shall soon in clouds descend, With all the heav'nly hosts above; The dead shall rise and hail their friends, And always dwell with those they love. No tears, no sorrow, death or pain, Shall e'er be known to enter there; But perfect peace, immortal bloom, Shall reign triumphant ev'ry where! FAREWELL MEMORIAL. Keep these few lines till time shall end, In memory of your absent friend; Who wanders o'er life's boisterous wave, The meek, the humble poor to save. While I endure I'll spend my breath In prayer for those who love the truth. In distant lands I'll call to mind, My true and faithful friends so kind. Let these few lines adorn the place Where you retire to seek his grace; Then lift your voice in humble prayer, For him whose lines are hanging there. THE PILGRIM. On the shores of Ontario I'm now doom'd to wander. A pilgrim in exile, a stranger I roam, While the prince and the beggar, the wise and the simple, In palace or cottage can each find a home. The foxes have holes and the birds they have nests, And all but a preacher has somewhere to rest. GENERAL CONFERENCE, FAREWELL. Farewell, ye servants of the Lord, To whom we oft have preach'd the word; May you improve the wisdom given, And lead ten thousand souls to heaven. Farewell, ye saints of latter days, With whom we've met in prayer and praise, In whose kind hearts the truth has shone, By which we're gathered all in one. Farewell kind friends, whose hearts are true We can no longer stay with you; Arise--the voice of truth obey, O come and wash your sins away. Farewell to all whose stubborn wills Bind them in chains of darkness still: Our voice no longer you shall hear, Till Jesus shall in clouds appear: Then you shall see, and hear, and know, What you rejected here below. Though you may sink in endless pain, Yet _truth eternal will remain_. THE DOWNFALL OF BABYLON An angel of glory from heaven descended, While his power and glory enlightened the earth; With a voice strong and mighty, his cry was extended, Babylon is fallen and hushed in her mirth; The dwelling of devils and every foul spirit, The cage of uncleanness and of hateful birds. All nations had tasted her wine and were drunken, But now she is fallen the angel brings word; Her merchants were great men, and through her abundance, They long had wax'd rich in her traffic though vain, But now she is fallen,--is fallen,--is fallen, Her riches and glory have ended in pain;