New Hampshire Statesman And Concord Register

[A worthy and pious man, and a faithful preacher
of the gospel, of the Baptist persuasion, the
Rev. HENRY VEAZEY, died at Bow a few years
since. The inhabitants of the town, although
considerably divided in religious sentiment, unite
we believe very generally in the tribute of a
grateful remembrance of the affectionate labors
and christian virtues of the deceased. We can-
not well deny the writer, and some of our readers,
the satisfaction of seeing the following lines in
print. The poet seems not to aim at any very
vigorous flights of fancy—but at truth, which
"unadorned," is often "adorned the most."
We have not taken the liberty to alter, but our
limits have necessarily led to the abridgement of
the production.]

[For the Statesman and Register.]

THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE REV. H.
VEAZEY.

Celestial Muse! assist to raise
A sacred song to parted worth—
Assist to sing a good man's praise.
Whose mould'ring clay lies in the earth—
Whose merit claims an abler pen
Than can be used by mortal men.
Ye saints who've past the vale of death.
And gone like him to realms of rest,
Inspire me with your sacred breath,
For him alike on earth confest—
Confest to walk in virtue's way,
Amidst the vices of his day.
As from behind an intervening cloud
An evening star shines clear and bright,
So he amidst the gay and proud—
The thing of sense and vain delight,-
(When men from right are apt to stray)
Continued still in virtue's way.
Though envy from her foul retreat,
Has tried her vile and poisonous dart.
His wisdom was prepared to meet
And foil the envious slanderer's art,
And 'scape the snares of hate and pride
As gold is in the furnace tried.
Twas in life's blooming, ardent morn,
That first he sought the perfect way,
And brightening still he reach'd his noon,
Then flew to an eternal day;
Not like the meteor's transient glare,
More like the beams of evening's star,
Examples bright he left for us,
Pure as his mind his precepts were!
He pointed out the road to bliss
And bade us "Follow and beware."
But few like him can tread the road
That leads from earth direct to God.

BOW.