FOR THE LTTcHFTELD ENQUIRER.

 CONSOLATION.
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 Should sorrow OCT thy hrow It's darken'd shadows fling, And hopes, that cheer thee now, Die in their early spring; Should pleasure, at it's birth, Fade like the hues of even. Turn thou away frem earth There's rest for thee in heaven. If ever life shall seem To thee toilsome way, And gladness cause 10 beam Upon its clonded day; If. like the weary dove, Der shorcless ocean driven, Raise thou thine eve nhove- There's rest for thee in heaven. But O! if thornIess flowers Throughout thy pathway bloom, And gaily fee the hours,, Unstain'd by earthly gloom; Still let not every thought To this poor world be given, Nor always be forgot

 Thy better rest in heaven. When sickness pnles thy check, And aims thy lustrous eye, And pulses, low and weak, Tell of a time to die Sweet hope shall whisper then, Though ;hnu from earth be rivcn, There's bliss hcvond thy kpn-- nA-~-n's rest for thee ia heaven A. E.