AN APPEAL FOR MELROSE.
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Come, gaze with us on pleasant landscapes sloping
To lakes reflecting all the heavenly dyes,
Pluck from their bosoms the sweet lily drooping,
The fairest flower that blooms beneath the skies.
To lakes reflecting all the heavenly dyes,
Pluck from their bosoms the sweet lily drooping,
The fairest flower that blooms beneath the skies.
But then we cannot always dream and ponder
On rural joys, or dwell in earthly bowers;
Alas, through shades of doubt and sin we wander,
Treading the mazes of desponding hours.
'*Tis then we pause to glance on something higher,
Something beyond this narrow vale of tears;
We feel the spirit cheer each pure desire
As the dread view of the last day appears.
On rural joys, or dwell in earthly bowers;
Alas, through shades of doubt and sin we wander,
Treading the mazes of desponding hours.
'*Tis then we pause to glance on something higher,
Something beyond this narrow vale of tears;
We feel the spirit cheer each pure desire
As the dread view of the last day appears.
The sun's bright rays how many spires are gilding,
Shedding its beams on all the belfry towers;
Will you respond, who palace homes are building,
That soon its glorious light may fall on ours?
Fain would we ask of you, whom God has given
Treasure on earth—we beg you to bestow;
If earnestly you seek the throne in heaven
Let not this meek appeal unheeded go.
Shedding its beams on all the belfry towers;
Will you respond, who palace homes are building,
That soon its glorious light may fall on ours?
Fain would we ask of you, whom God has given
Treasure on earth—we beg you to bestow;
If earnestly you seek the throne in heaven
Let not this meek appeal unheeded go.
