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From the Boston Intelligencer.
"GOD IS THERE."

The following sacred melody was written by a lady of Boston, and originally sung in the Oratorio performed by the Handel and Haydn Society.

Life's gay spring, enchanting hours,
Never every path seems deck'd with flowers!
When folly in her giddy round,
Presents the cup with pleasure crown'd;
When love, and joy, and young delight,
Give to the moments rapid flight—
Touch not the cup, avoid the snare—
Where'er thou art, think God is there!

When manhood steps with tread secure,
Then mad ambition throws her lure.
Behold! up glory's dangerous steep,
Where widows mourn, and orphans weep,
And laurels on the hero's head
Are stain'd with blood a crimson red;
Then, ere the battle's rage you dare,
Pause, and reflect that God is there!

When age, approaching, warps the heart
And avarice plays its niggard part;
When self-love every passion stills,
And every finer impulse chills;
When to a suffering brother's cry
It shuts the heart, the ear, the eye—
Think, ere you leave him to despair.
God will avenge, for God is there!

And thou, who through life's thorny road,
Perplex'd by care and sin, hast trod ;
Whose heart hath bled, whose eyes have wept
On pleasure's couch while others slept ;
Thou now on life's remotest brink,
Poor humble christian! do not shrink;
Tho' deep the flood, each doubt forbear—
Strong to support, thy God is there!