For the Uiimiagtonian,
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TO MISS Il,
Who sa,u in Church raise her eyes toccards He
oh, Lady! when saw thy eyes
Ras'd meekly to the vault above;
And fix their gaze upon the skies,
They seemed to beam a soul love;
A soul endued with every grace
That can enrich the human face.
felt (it was sacred glow
A holy calm perrade my breast.
That babe my spirits lightest flow,
Pass sweetly in untroubled rest,


And bid each wayward care depart,
That nestled in my youthful heart,
And when the herald ofthc Lord,
Proclaimed the Gospel truths as given
And feeling dwelt upon the word,
The mandate of the God Of ofl,eaven,--
o! then ChriStiun'S hope divine,
Seemd cherish'd in that soul Of thine
And as gazed intent on thee,
l felt passing throe of bliss,
Then mouIn'd TO think it could not be
Continued in world like this,


Where every source OF pleasure here,
Is mingled with c6'iction's tear.
Yes, lady, fate doth bid me say,
Ere long ! go, and know not where's
Vet oft will recall the day


saw thee thus engaged in prayer


O, yes, and then this soul oi mine,
viii ask blessing down on thine.


ERAEBTWINF SiNsTREL