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THE HELIOTROPE. 
votion to the Ghcbcr, the footsteps of whose 
god it followed through the day. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
The hours of time are flying fast, 
And youthful joys will soon be past; 
And scenes which now so bright appear 
Will change their hue some distant year; 
And life will fade, and youth be gone, 
And pleasures vanish one by one; 
And hope, that now is like a star, 
May shine in dimness faint and far ;— 
But if thy heart is virtue’s shrine. 
And that which charms thee is divine; 
If earth has not a cord too strong 
To bind thee to its joys too long; 
But all thy thoughts, refined and pure. 
By duty’s bonds are made secure; 
And sweet devotion, led by taste. 
Shall he with constancy embraced;— 
Then shall a holier feeling come, 
To spread its sanction o’er thy home; 
And age he like an autumn day, 
That glides in tranquil peace away. 
Lewis. 
