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LINES FOR MUSIC.
IMITATED FROM THE GERMAN WORDS TO A CANON FOR THREE VOICES, BY J. H. C. BOMHARDT.
THE day of life is not all desolate;
Are bright when Love confideth.
TO E. A. W.,
ON HER MARRIAGE.
Concord, N. H., August 22, 1831.
We are not absent, dear.
Of all the happy throng you see, Not one in spirit is more near,
Or breathes a heartier wish, than we. So take our kiss, and with it share A brother's, sister's love and prayer.
May He who blessed your early lot
With all that makes a happy home, O'erwatch, with equal love, the spot That waits your life in years to come. Trust Him, let weal or woe betide; Trust; and what can you ask beside?
FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH.
WE rear not a temple, like Judah's of old,
More simple and lowly the walls that we raise,
O Father, come in! but not in the cloud
Which filled the bright courts where thy chosen ones bowed; But come in that spirit of glory and grace,
Which beams on the soul and illumines the race.
O, come in the power of thy life-giving Word,
HYMN FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH.
The pomp of Moriah has long passed away,
And soon shall our frailer erection decay;
But the souls that are builded in worship and love
Tune, SANDY AND JENNY.
COME, uncles and cousins; come, nieces and aunts;
Come home from the college, ye ringlet-haired youth, Come home from your factories, Ann, Kate, and Ruth; From the anvil, the counter, the farm come away; Home, home, with you, home; it is Thanksgiving-day.
The table is spread, and the dinner is dressed;
Pies, puddings, and custards, pigs, oysters, and nuts,