"NOTHTNG TRUE BUT HEAVEN" 'Twas the hey-day of life, and my spirits ran high,

 And felt not care nor sorrow;

 Not cloud hover'd OCT, nor sign of the sky

 Told a tempest or storm the uorrow. Twas Spring, and I felt delightful emotion,

 For Hope, Der the distance enchantment had sung of the voyage, ne'er thought of the ocean, Eternity's ocean--my port and my home. Years gIided along-and my day was o'ercast,

 Doubt hung OCT the picture which fancy had drawn Hope gaz'd and admired-her raptures were past,

 And faint was the vision-iis gores were gone. Years glided along-and with them had flown

 The joys and the charms which illusion had given; ! sigh'd in despair, til hope again shone, And she told me of bliss--bu she pointed to heaven. The loss which we mourn-the ilusory bubble,

 We shall not regret it in the realms of the blessed; The crosses and woes, dsappointmen,s and trouble, Are all of them blessings, to bring us to rest. -- @ XY.Z.