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MEMOIR OF JOHN WILSON. 



ed, makes these beautiful words, as it were, the parting farewell 

 which his lips were not permitted to utter to those he loved : — 



" When nature feels the solemn hour is come 



That parts the spirit from her mortal clay, 

 May that hour find me in my weeping home, 



'Mid the blest stillness of a Sabbath-day 1 



May none I deeply love be then away ; 

 For through my heart the husht though sobbing breath 



Of natural grief a holy calm will send ; 



With sighs from earth will heavenly voices blend, 

 Till, as on seraph fair, I smile on death, 



Who comes in peace, like an expected friend. 

 Dipt in celestial hues the wings of love 



Will o'er my soul a gracious shade extend ; 

 While, as if air were sun, gleams from above 



The day with God, the Sabbath without end 1" 



