Escapes for those I love so well,

For those I've loved and left so long; On me their fondest musings dwell, To them alone my sighs belong.

On, on, my bark! blow, southern breeze!
No longer would I lingering stay;
'T were better far to die with these
Than live in pleasure far away.

I would not live alway — no, welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its gloom;

Where he deigned to sleep, I'll too bow my head,

All peaceful to slumber on that hallowed bed.

Then the glorious daybreak, to follow that night,

The orient gleam of the angels of light, With their clarion call for the sleepers to rise

And chant forth their matins, away to the skies.

Who, who would live alway? away from his God,

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the

bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; Where the saints of all ages in harmony

meet,

Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet,

While the songs of salvation exultingly roll And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

That heavenly music! what is it I hear? The notes of the harpers ring sweet in mine ear!

And see, soft unfolding those portals of gold,

The King all arrayed in his beauty behold! Oh give me, oh give me, the wings of a dove,

To adore him-be near him— enwrapt with his love;