176 CLASSICAL MODERN POETRY. 



Farewell, each dearest union, 

 That blest my earthly hours ; 



We yet shall hold communion 

 In amaranthine bowers. 



The love that seems forsaken 

 When friends in death depart, 



In heaven again shall waken 

 And repossess the heart. 



The harps of heaven steal o'er me ; 



I see the jasper wall ; 

 Jesus who passed before me -, 



And God the judge of all. 



So sang the parting Spirit, 



While down flow' d many a tear, 



Then spread her wings to inherit 

 A throne in yonder sphere. 



WHAT IS PRAYER? 



Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire, 



Utter' d or unexpress'd ; 

 The motion of a hidden fire 



That trembles in the breast. 



Pray'r is the burden of a sigh, 



The falling of a tear : 

 The upward glancing of an eye, 



When none but God is near. 



Pray'r is the simplest form of speech 



That infant lips can try ; 

 Pray'r is the sublimest strains that reach 



The Majesty on high. 



Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath, 



The Christian's native air, 

 His watchword at the gates of death, 



He enters heaven by prayer. 



