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EI,EGY IN A COUNTA,Y BW,YING-GROTTND. OUD<br />

Stay, haste not;ef, Lnt tan'y here awhile, ,\ge hacl nol, yet produceil the silver.y<br />

rlrese sotemn<br />

hair.<br />

mllsrugs \viJl the timc beguile, Aud though his rnanly brow seemeilploughed<br />

Corne.gaze ulou this tonrb whiJe lei,tis DJr eale,<br />

lrght<br />

Yei hail not time, marlied furrorvs<br />

Reflect<br />

iu his<br />

upon this sad instructive sight.<br />

face,<br />

l\[anhood to age had searcely given place.<br />

Here mayest thou learn to know the chastelinE<br />

lod.<br />

Tlreie slcclrs inl,eace below<br />

Frrv.<br />

a<br />

wele<br />

cLild<br />

the<br />

of Cod;<br />

veat.s allotted him to keep,<br />

ljeueat.h.tlris romL, his<br />

\f<br />

nould,ring<br />

iLh ncrcr-{irirB<br />

I,od1 lies,<br />

zeaL his Master's shedp,<br />

IIis spirit mounted upualds<br />

Short rvas<br />

to thi ski6s.<br />

1 lre 1 i n-re hc labour.cd for his lo'rd;<br />

He's nov<br />

Here lieth l{illiam Krause--a name helal<br />

-wiih<br />

C.lrist, and reape his rich<br />

telvard.<br />

derr<br />

By many sorrowing friends boi h fr r and near, As in a moment he was snatched away,<br />

No more they'il hear his solemn ualning Il_r'e yeslerilay he preacLe,l-he's goue io-day,<br />

votce,<br />

He died in Chriit-tliis *as Lii only ple'a,<br />

\4 hich bid their souls in Jesus, name rejoice. " M.y Saviour died, and sheri his blood for<br />

No more shall he<br />

me."<br />

the Gosnel truth imnart.<br />

{rn d soo t h^e the -ii t tte or.phrn,s<br />

No more for aid, ach i n g kird Leart, O; may we all like him, make Christ onr<br />

pitrous s[all h"e .ou", stay,<br />

Nor plead the orpharii' cause lvith ththerst And so, be founil in Christ against<br />

Iove.<br />

" thai<br />

dav,"<br />

{o-*g.g<br />

in his lov'il pulpit shall he stand,<br />

Clothed in our Saviour's robe may we,appear,<br />

And derl the heav'uly iood witb gentle hand,<br />

Ard like our friond who's gone have nought<br />

O, no, he's gone, by death's ruJ-e shock removed,<br />

io tear.<br />

We weep indeed, yei in<br />

He's goae<br />

orrr tco.rs<br />

to<br />

rcjoicc,<br />

meet his Saviour, whom he Again shall hear oul friend's beloved<br />

loved.<br />

voice,<br />

Our wanderings past, we'II stand on Canaan's<br />

shore,<br />

<strong>The</strong>re shall rve meet our fiiend to part no<br />

mote.<br />

While here below he loveil to preach the<br />

word,<br />

He's now we trust for ever rviih his loril,<br />

\Yashed in his Saviour's blood, he bears no<br />

starn,<br />

Nolr., stranger', rise, thy homeward cour.se<br />

Seeing his Saviour.'s face, he feels no pain, ilursue,<br />

This simple lesson lear.n-'. go thou aud<br />

Those whom he lefi behind jikewrse<br />

do,"<br />

lament him sore,<br />

Still rejoicing ,they<br />

say, ,'not lost but gone like him nho's gone in Jesus' blooil rejoice,<br />

oelore,<br />

lYe for ouselfies anil. ours, ,tis So urayest thou hsil with joy the archaigel,s<br />

true, must<br />

volce.<br />

weel,<br />

Yet not lbr him ; in Christ he fell asleep.,, Thus spolre a pilgrim in rhis vale of tears,<br />

He while<br />

l\'lose'siiverei 'ioch" alive, was<br />

belukened<br />

loved-perhaps<br />

lcngrh<br />

too<br />

of<br />

rnuch,<br />

Iears,<br />

<strong>The</strong> instrument<br />

And as he<br />

was<br />

ceased, the<br />

scarcely<br />

tear unconscious<br />

reckonetl<br />

fell<br />

such,<br />

But row that<br />

Upon<br />

God's<br />

{,he grave of him he loved<br />

removeil<br />

so wel.<br />

the boon so<br />

prized,<br />

Thus, ofi he comes to read tire sacred. Word,<br />

<strong>The</strong> treasure il earthen vessells recoEnisetl. Ard thinh of him who's joineil his riseu<br />

Consistent in his life-of humble minil,<br />

Lolil,<br />

In him base crlumny could nothing find;<br />

llele trr lrom city dirr, he spends his day,<br />

Upright in mien--hc caiurly passei alonE.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n wends t"onalils horrre his ', soliiary<br />

Watching with silent grze, ihe giddy tbro;g.<br />

rvay,"<br />

-<br />

Th e scene of the_ foregoing is snpposed t o be llotnl Jerome Cemel rr, n car: DrLbl i n, in rvhich<br />

tbe lrierrLls of the latc ticv. W. Il'.'l(uuse l;""" ;iJ;;onurncul'ro t i. o,",,rJrv. til.<br />

neecl-less to remark, that the iLiea was suggestetr by the celebr.aterl " Elegy io u boooiry<br />

Churuh-Yrril." Tjrc readcr wilr par.don t[i"s tu.il" irrernpt, when ]re I,uoii r.hui ry;;i_;<br />

objecL in committiug to pxpcr tdese ferv hasty thorrghrs,'rras to aild my hurnLre tr,iliufeo'f<br />

eslcem, to lne meurory ol my .tamentcd and beloved pastor.<br />

Dub lin, Septem| et 28, 7852.<br />

s. P. w.

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