260 HYMN FOR GRADUATING CLASS OF DIVINITY SCHOOL.

We fear no conflicts with Christ's banner o'er us;

We dread no ill beneath our Shepherd's rod;

His strength and peace, his cross and heaven, before us, Shall arm our feeble faith,

And quell the darts of death,

And win immortal succor through the grace of God.

Glory and honor be to Him forever,

Who aids and cheers us with auspicious nod; To him be consecrate all high endeavor;

Till

For him all toils be done,

For him all trophies won,

grace shall crown our souls before the throne of God.

TO MARY,

ON HER BIRTHDAY.

Fairfield, Conn., October 2, 1828.

"THE dawn is overcast; the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day;"
The roads are miry with continued showers,
And rain and mud deter me from my way;
And yet to me it all looks fair and bright,
For on this day my Mary saw the light.

Many returns to you of this sweet day!

And each return more happy than the last! Peace to your heart, as thoughtful you survey

The various fortunes of the checkered past; And bright and glorious be the visions given That clothe your coming years in hues of heaven.

SONG,

FOR THE ABBOT FESTIVAL,

Exeter, N. H., August 23, 1838.

Tune, SANDY AND JENNY.

FROM the highways and byways of manhood we come,
And gather like children about an old home;
We return from life's weariness, tumult, and pain,
Rejoiced in our hearts to be schoolboys again.

The senator comes from the hall of debate,
The governor steps from the high chair of state,
The judge leaves the bench to "the law's wise delay,"
Rejoiced to be schoolboys again for a day.

The parson his pulpit has left unsupplied,
The doctor has put his old sulky aside,

The lawyer his client has turned from the door,
And all are at Exeter, -schoolboys once more.

O, glad to our eyes are these dear scenes displayed, The halls where we studied, the fields where we strayed; There is change, there is change; but we will not deplore; Enough that we feel ourselves schoolboys once more.

Enough that once more our old master we meet,
The same as of yore when we sat at his feet;
Let us place on his brow every laurel we've won,
And show that each pupil is also a son.

And when to the harsh scenes of life we return,
Our hearts with the glow of this meeting shall burn;
Its calm light shall cheer till earth's school time is o'er,
And prepare us in heaven for one meeting more.

HYMN.

FAMILY MEETING.

August 20, 1835.

In this glad hour, when children meet,
And home with them their children bring,
Our hearts with one affection beat,

One song of praise our voices sing.

For all the faithful, loved and dear,
Whom thou so kindly, Lord, hast given;
For those who still are with us here,
And those who wait for us in heaven; ·

For every past and present joy,

For honor, competence, and health, For hopes which time may not destroy, Our soul's imperishable wealth;

For all, accept our humble praise;
Still bless us, Father, by thy love;
And when are closed our mortal days,
Unite us in one home above.