POETRY.

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. slomd dIns6s-eDrgsans lasd !"--cOLERIDGE. lcaDnot look above and see, Yon bigh-piIed. piIIOwy mass Of evening clouds SO swimmingly,

 In gold and purple pass, And think not, Lord, how thou vast seen On Israel's desert way, Before them in thy sbadowy screen Pavilioned all the day! Or of these robes of gorgeous hue

 Which the Redeemer wore, When, rayish'd from his followers' view, Alott his flight he bOre:- When lifted as on mighty wing,

 He curiained his ascent, And wrapt in clouds went tri"mphing Above the frmament Is trail of that same pail

 Of many-coIored dies, That high above, o'ermantling all,

 Hangs midway down the skiesi Or borders of those weeping folds

 Which ehall be all unfarrd About the Saviour, when he comes

 In judgment O'er the worldf For in like manner us he went,

 My soul, hast thou forgot? Shall be his terrible descent,

 When man expecteth not! Strength, Son of man! against that hour, Be 10 our spirits given, When thou shalt come again in power,

 Upon the clouds of Heaven. w. C.