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TRANSMIGRATIONS.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

TRANSMIGRATIONS.

A hail-stone, from the cloud set free,
Shot, slanting coastward, o'er the sea,
And thus, as eastern tales relate,
Lamented its untimely fate:
Last moment born, condemn'd in this,
The next absorpt in yon abyss;
'Twere better ne'er to know the light,
Than see and perish at first sight.”
—An oyster heard, and, as it fell,
Welcomed the outcast to her shell,
Where, meekly suffering that “sea-change,”
It grew to “something rich and strange,”
And thence became the brightest gem
That decks the Sultan's diadem,
Turn'd from a particle of ice
Into a pearl of priceless price.
—Thus can the power that rules o'er all
Exalt the humble by their fall.
A dew-drop, in the flush of morn,
Sparkled upon a blossom'd thorn,
Reflecting from its mirror pure
The sun himself in miniature.
Dancing for gladness on the spray,
It miss'd its hold, and slid away;
A lark just mounting up to sing,
Caught the frail trembler on his wing,
But, borne aloft through gathering clouds,
Left it entangled with their shrouds:
Lost and for ever lost it seem'd,
When suddenly the sun forth gleam'd,
And round the showery vapours threw
A rainbow,—where our drop of dew
'Midst the prismatic hues of heaven
Outshone the beams of all the seven.
When virtue falls, 'tis not to die,
But be translated to the sky.
A babe into existence came,
A feeble, helpless, suffering frame;
It breathed on earth a little while,
Then vanish'd, like a tear, a smile,
That springs and falls,—that peers and parts,
The grief, the joy of loving hearts:
The grave received the body dead
Where all that live must find their bed.
Sank then the soul to dust and gloom,
Worms and corruption in the tomb?
No,—'midst the rainbow round the throne,
Caught up to paradise, it shone,
And yet shall shine, until the day
When heaven and earth must pass away.
And those that sleep in Jesus here
With Him in glory shall appear.

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Then shall that soul and body meet;
And when His jewels are complete,
'Midst countless millions, form a gem
In the Redeemer's diadem,
Wherewith, as thorns his brows once bound,
He for his sufferings shall be crown'd;
Raised from the ignominious tree
To the right-hand of Majesty,
Head over all created things,
The Lord of lords, the King of kings.
1839.