

The Mowing fine ,i„e S are ft™ t he pen of an arable and m „s, beannful young Lady. 



By Faith sublim'd, fair Passiflora steers 



Her Pilgrimage along this Vale of Tears, 

 The hopes of heaven alone her thoughts employ, 

 Christ is her glory, and the cross her joy. — 

 As the deep organ sounds the hallow'd strain 

 With solemn step proceeds the pious train. 



In polish'd censers, wrought with wondrous care, 

 Five cherub boys the holy incense bear, 



Three pious virgins form her holy train 



Join in her pray'rs, and weep the « Lamb that's slain." 



With solemn step they tread the cloister's gloom, 



Seek its deep shade, and commune with the tomb. 



Hark ! from the walls what sacred anthem sounds 



With hymns of praise the vaulted roof resounds ! 



ANTHEM. 



" He died ! he died !-The Saviour of mankind, 



" To save our souls, his spotless life resign'd; 



" Yes J low, with humble grace, th' Almighty's Son 

 " Bow'd to the cross, and cried, < Thy will be done ' 



' Astonished Nature trembled at the sight, 

 " And veil'd the guilty land in shades of night. 

 " In lofty mountains roll'd the mighty flood, 

 " Earth op'd her jaws, and drank his precious blood 

 ' Redemptw?i's imrs/ re-echoed through her caves- 

 " The dead are rous'd, and burst their silent graves- 

 " In hollow tones each from his vault replies, 

 ' We sle P l ^ peace secure with God to rise? ' 

 " Death vanquish'd fled, and sought his fell abode • 

 I wl^f d *$ ^ame, and hid her face from God, 



Whde Mercy, rising from the throne of grace 

 " Pronounc'd free pardon to a sinful race."- 



Oh! may that cross on which our Saviour died 

 Subdue our passions, and our guilty pride! 

 That we amidst the general wreck shall rise 

 Preserv'd for purer worlds, and brighter skies 

 Mount the bless'd seats of Harmony and Love 

 Be crown'd with bliss, and live with GOD above. 



Frances Arabella Rowden. 



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