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How shall we mourn thee?—With a lofty trust, Our life's immortal birthright from above! With a glad faith, whose eye, to track the just, Thro' shades and mysteries lifts a glance of love, And yet can weep!—for nature thus deplores The friend that leaves us, tho' for happier shores.

And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier, One strain of solemn rapture be allow'd! Thou, that rejoicing on thy mid career, Not to decay, but unto death, hast bow'd: In those bright regions of the rising sun, Where victory ne'er a crown like thine had won.

Praise! for yet one more name with power endow'd,   To cheer and guide us, onward as we press; Yet one more image on the heart bestow'd,   To dwell there, beautiful in holiness! Thine, Heber, thine! whose memory from the dead, Shines as the star which to the Saviour led.

, Sept. 1826.