Elizabeth-Town gazette. [volume] (Elizabeth-Town, N.J.) 1818-1821, 1820-04-18
IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
From the Hisione Of Clio.

From the Visions Of Clio.
How little do i value this emaciated
body! 1t is welcome to return home, If my
soul can have the same privilege. Sure
lly some guardian angel watches my slum-
bers, and seizes the moment, when all my
Ipassions are asleep, 10 teach my reason
the most sacred truths. o that my preju-
dice, error and pride would never awake
If this be sickness, let me be sick until
death; for scarcely do 1 sink into the
arms OF sleep, when some unseen power
Ipresents to me the sublimest visions.
The last cannot describe it surpasses
my strength, and the powers Of my pen.
Could have written at the instant of
the impression, my lines had been fall Of
FIRE; they would have warmed every
heart not with poetic firei MOI for the
genuine feelings of the soul, at such en-
Ilrancing seasons, scorn the aids of art,
and the prison Of measured lines. They
burst forth with inspiration, and delight
Ito be arrayed in the flowing robes and
charming dignity Of prose.
Can that soul be mortal which is COM
posed of such beayen-wroughs materials !
shall that soul die, which can, for sea-
tson, bid adieu to the senses and the clay.
land soar to scenes UNNECESSARILY distant
Mol g The dust shall return to its kin
|dred dust but the spirit shall return to
God who gave it,
AT such moments, would have wasted
a wish to be sure of Immortality No +!
Eel, myself already 10 actual possession OF
eternal being, full of principles Of life,
which death can never destroy, nor the
grave diminish.
Such was my confidence, that had the
choice been my own, j would never have
been reunited to the forsaken mass. As
soon would angels leave their seats oil
bliss, their golden haTps unsirung. their
blest society forgot, and ask for human
bodies, to inhabit this vile earth again
But TO them how little is this world it,
lpomps, its pleasures, nonsense all The
crowns Of monarchs, and the wealth o.
worlds, how trihing 10 their viewi
But heaven is their blest abode, ant
there will they rejoice to dwell forever
That world will never want for songs, DO
God for praise. There shall daily arrive
from these lower courts, after triumph
ant flight from sense and pain, the spirit
of the just. There shall cherubs eve
smile, and seraphs ever buru before tn
Throne Of God.
| Shall flimsy argument, shall subtle
lsopbistry, and Dice-wronght scepticism
uusoul the man, and reduce TO leve
with the lower creation, the i'm age Of God
IShsll not the soul of the mother meet th
Isoul of the child 10 the world Of glory
IShaII not the sou, who in youth was sun
Unto watery grave, see his father again
Yes The graves shall give up thei
dead, and friends who parted with achin,
lhearts, shall meet 10 world, where tear
shall be wiped from every eye.
| Bul I must return to the body mus
stay little longer; but in prayer will
watch each rising sun, and swia 10 dut,
hail ii to its setting.
/ DAYS, months, and years shall roll o
without regret. Fain would seize tn
minutes of my to.morrows. and draw my
self to heaven! but | must wait uuiil m,
change come: death will never appai me
for know that even in the dark valley {
Its shadow, / shall see beams oflighs fror
1.-THE sun Of righteousness.
In sickness, will ! rejoice even wit
present pains will be glad. Each pan
IwiIl l regard as the beckoning Of a
angel for as the body retires, the sou
advances, and with one effort more sha
be gone.
With most ardent exertion sprang
Ibut the body had enchanted me. | wa
lsiill its prisoner, aud could not burs, tn
lbsnds Of life. reached not the celesti;