To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to His throne! My Saviour, whom absent I love,

(Ezekiel, XXXVI. 25-28) The Lord proclaims His grace abro… “Behold, I change your hearts of… Each shall renounce his idol-god, And serve, henceforth, the Lord a…

Hear what God the Lord hath spoke… ‘O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Thorns of heartfelt tribulation

Thou hast no lightnings, O thou J… Or I their force should know; And, if thou strike me into dust, My soul approves the blow. The heart, that values less its ea…

That thou mayst injure no man, dov… And serpent-like, that none may in…

O sovereign of an isle renowned For undisputed sway Wherever o’er yon gulf profound Her navies wing their way; With juster claims she builds at l…

The poplars are felled, farewell t… And the whispering sound of the co… The winds play no longer and sing… Nor Ouse on his bosom their image… Twelve years have elapsed since I…

Airy del Castro was as bold a kni… As ever earned a lady’s love in fi… Many he sought, but one above the… His tender heart victoriously impr… In fairy land was born the matchle…

Hermocratia named—save only one— Twice fifteen births I bore, and… For neither Phoebus pierced my th… Nor Dian—she my girls, or he my b… But Dian rather, when my daughter…

The Lord receives his highest pra… From humble minds and hearts since… While all the loud professor says Offends the righteous Judge’s ear… To walk as children of the day,

Ancient dame, how wide and vast To a race like ours appears, Rounded to an orb at last, All thy multitude of years! We, the herd of human kind,

The genius of the Augustan age His head among Rome’s ruins reare… And bursting with heroic rage, When literary Heron appeared, Thou hast, he cried, like him of o…

Ease is the weary merchant’s praye… Who ploughs by night the Ægean flo… When neither moon nor stars appear… Or faintly glimmer through the clo… For ease the Mede with quiver gra…

Doomed, as I am, in solitude to w… The present moments, and regret th… Deprived of every joy I valued mo… My friend torn from me, and my mis… Call not this gloom I wear, this…

My dear friend, If reading verse be your delight, ’Tis mine as much, or more, to wri… But what we would, so weak is man, Lies oft remote from what we can.