Sketches of Southport and other poems . he human house it lives in from the grave ;And Scotland now can only praise the deadWho brought her glory, and who wanted liread! 61 But praise deserved can never be too late,Or useless ; for immortal are the great;And in the soul of millions lives the soulOf Burns, and will till rivers cease to roll ! I )id he not use the powers that God had given ?Did he not give us truth and light from heavenTo guide the good and shame the evil doer,And light the thorny pathway of the poor? Nor sweeter sang the lark oer Scotlands meads,Pleading, as only he who suffers
Sketches of Southport and other poems . he human house it lives in from the grave ;And Scotland now can only praise the deadWho brought her glory, and who wanted liread! 61 But praise deserved can never be too late,Or useless ; for immortal are the great;And in the soul of millions lives the soulOf Burns, and will till rivers cease to roll ! I )id he not use the powers that God had given ?Did he not give us truth and light from heavenTo guide the good and shame the evil doer,And light the thorny pathway of the poor? Nor sweeter sang the lark oer Scotlands meads,Pleading, as only he who suffers cause of truth, the claims of sacred love,And all that wins the smile of heaven above And, knowing nature never did betray,To her he gave his life and love away ;And nothing from her lover she all her secret thoughts to him revealed. He therefore lives for ever and for , tho empires rise and kingdoms fall;For heaven requites whom man unjustly spurns,And worthy of her care was Robert l>urns ! 62. OUR PASTOR. DAVID NEAL JORDAN. Born October 11th, 1S40 ; Died March 28th, 18SS. Beside the bed ivhere parting tije was laid,And sorrotv, guilt, and pain, by (urns dismayd,The reverend champio7i stood. At his controlDespair and anguish fied the struggling soul. Goldsmith. When nature, exhausted, demanded repose,And absence the sum of his worth did disclose,We were glad when, so carefully nursed by his wife,He came back, to labour the rest of his life. We hailed with delight our Good Shepherds return,And trusted no more to have reason to mourn;We saw how he scattered, in furrows preparedWith the ploughshare of Truth, the seed of Godsword. The Gospel, as told by our Pastor, inspiredBelief in the rest that the good have , seeing on earth that all resting is brief,Look forward for pleasures unbroken by grief. Our hopes he sustained, he illumind each mindWith thoughts of Gods love for the least of mankind ;A friend to the friendless, the po
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