Could  I  be  raised  to  honor.     A  royalist  in  state,

And  have  a  train  of  servants,  upon  me  for  to  wait.
Yea  could  I  rise  to  honors  height,  and  wear  a  splendid  crown

Without  the  sweets  of   Fi-iendship,  all  nature  still  would  frown.
Had  I  a  mansion  gilded  o'er,  and  did  with  lustre  shine
I'd  leave  it  like  an  empty  cage,  true  Friendship  for  to  find,
The  mountains  high  I'll  tr,i.vel,  nor  scarcely  stop  to  rest
And  when  I  find  that  precious  gem,  I'll  bind  it  my  breast.
.     HOPE  IN  HEAVEN.
When  pulse  beats  low  and  cheeks  grow  [)ale.
And  storms  oC  life  are  fiercely  driven,
When  fairest  })rospects  quickly  fail.
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  Heaven.
When  lone  and  wandering  far  fi'oni  home
No  kind  relief  to  us  is  given  ;
Oh  !   what  would  then  of  us  become.
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  Heaven.
When  friends  that  seem  so  near  and  dear,
Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven,
And  earths  brightest  joys  in  gloom  appear
How  sweet  to  have  a  liope  in  Heaven.
And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh

Of  life  through  which  we  long  have  striven

And  we  again  must  drooj)  and  die

How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  Heaven.
FOURTH    GENERATION.  59

A  SOLILOQUY.
Mv  noble  powers  awake,  awake,  and  hail  the  risinf^  year  ;
I've  many  duties  to  perform,  I've  very  much  to  fear,
My  care  is  great  witliout,  within,  I  find  an  empty  space
For  rae  to  write  I  know  not  how,  to  fill  that  em[)ty  place.
