d the joyful day.
Where now, alas! affliction's deepest sigh,
Is heard around in mournful symphony;
A mother's tears are shed in bitter wo,
And in despondency her sorrows flow:
While sad vibrations agitate the breast,
And friendship's voice is heard in deep distress.
'Tis past--the sigh is breathed, the tear is shed,
And Anna's number'd with the silent dead.
She was all goodness--gen'rous was her mind,
Warm with benevolence to human kind:
O'er the dark mind to pour instruction's ray,
And lead the ignorant in wisdom's way;
With patient zeal the Christian's path to smooth,
And wide diffuse the genial light of truth.
One lonely bosom breathes a deeper sigh,
Connected by a near, and dearer tie:
With him she trod the late delightful road;
For him her heart with friendly fervour glow'd.
He'll ne'er forget how many social hours
Derived new joy from her soft, soothing pow'rs.
Can he upon the scenes look back unmoved,
When pious converse still the hours improved;
While fancy, led by hope, the theme pursued,
And future happiness in prospect view'd.
Fancy, where now are thy illusive dreams?
Faded thy visions bright, with golden gleams;
_Friendship_, thy hope's, untimely fled away,
And _this_ the last sad tribute we can pay.
Our _loss_ demands--_receives_ the mournful strain,
Let sounds of triumph celebrate her gain;
The spirit 'scaping from its bonds of clay,
Traces, with angel guides, the lucid way;
Exalted notes from harps celestial rise,
And kindred spirits hail her to the skies.

INVOCATION TO PRAYER.

Morning.

To prayer, to prayer; for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smile awakes.
His light is on all, below and above;
The light of gladness, and life, and love;
Oh, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.

Evening.

To prayer; for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on:
Like a curtain, from God's kind hand it flows,
To shade the couch where his children repose;--
Then pray, while the watching stars are bright,
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night!

Sabbath.

To prayer; for the day that God has blest,
Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest;
It speaks of creation's early bloom,
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb.
Then summon the spirit's exalted powers,
And devote to Heaven the