MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

Who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies.-PSALM ciii. 3. 4.

THESE eyes, that were half-closed in death,

Now dare the noontide blaze;

My voice, that scarce could speak my wants,
Now hymns JEHOVAH's praise.

How pleasant to my feet, unused,
To tread the daisied ground!

How sweet to my unwonted ear

The streamlet's lulling sound!

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How soft the first breath of the breeze

That on my temples played!

How sweet the woodland evening song, Full floating down the glade!

But sweeter far the lark that soars
Through morning's blushing ray;
For then unseen, unheard, I join
His lonely heavenward lay.

And sweeter still that infant voice,
With all its artless charms ;-

'Twas such as he that JESUS took,
And cherished in his arms.

O Lord my God! all these delights

I to thy mercy owe;

For thou hast raised me from the couch

Of sickness, pain, and woe.