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‘RELIGION! THO' WE SEEM TO SPURN’
“Sublatam ex oculis quærimus.”
—Horace.
Religion! tho' we seem to spurn
Thy hallow'd joys, their loss we mourn,
With many a secret tear;
Tho' we have long dissolv'd the tie,
The hour we broke it claims a sigh,
And Virtue still is dear.
Thy hallow'd joys, their loss we mourn,
With many a secret tear;
Tho' we have long dissolv'd the tie,
The hour we broke it claims a sigh,
And Virtue still is dear.
Our hearts forget not she was fair,
And her pure feelings, ling'ring there,
Half win us back from ill;
And—tho' so long to Vice resign'd
'Twould seem we've left her far behind—
Pursue and haunt us still.
And her pure feelings, ling'ring there,
Half win us back from ill;
And—tho' so long to Vice resign'd
'Twould seem we've left her far behind—
Pursue and haunt us still.
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Thus light's all-penetrating glow
Attends us to the deeps below,
With wav'ring, rosy gleam:
To the bold inmates of the bell
Faint rays of distant sun-light steal,
And thro' the waters beam.
Attends us to the deeps below,
With wav'ring, rosy gleam:
To the bold inmates of the bell
Faint rays of distant sun-light steal,
And thro' the waters beam.
By the rude blasts of passion tost,
We sigh for bliss we ne'er had lost,
Had Conscience been our guide;
She burns a lamp we need not trim,
Whose steady flame is never dim,
But throws its lustre wide.
We sigh for bliss we ne'er had lost,
Had Conscience been our guide;
She burns a lamp we need not trim,
Whose steady flame is never dim,
But throws its lustre wide.
C. T.
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