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Rev. H. & T. Book, 756 TRIBUTE TO Bishop HEBER

. . Mrs. Hemans. “If it be sad to speak of treasures gone.” (A wise and useful man.)

Poems, B. 1833, I., 187

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. T. W. Higginson. “ 'Mid the flower-wreathed tombs I stand.”

Scribner's Monthly, June, 1874. Putnam, 483 (For a woman heroic in suffering.) RESTING IN HOPE

. . H. Bonar. “ Rest for the toiling hand.” .

. Rev. H. & T. Book, 702 BEAR OUT THE DEAD .

. . Haven. “Ay, carry out your dead.”

Schaff & Gilman, 886 Rest : . ir tt was Thy will, my Father.”

. Euphemia Saxby.

Quiet Hours, I., 144 THE GATE OF HEAVEN .

Disciples Hymn Book. “She stood outside the gate of Heaven.” (For an ill life.)

Quiet Hours, I., 162 “AH, WELL! SHE HAD HER WILL.”

Sursum Corda, 279 (For one who suffered secretly, and was misunderstood.) ON HIS BLINDNESS

Milton. (For one blind.) “ Thou KNOWEST, LORD, THE WEARINESS AND SORROW."

Jane Borthwick.

Sursum Corda, 30 FROM “MIRIAM." “Wherever through the ages rise the altars of self-sacrifice.”

Poems, 342 “Going HOME.” . . . . . . . Anonymous.

•«• Heimgang!' So the German people.” (For a German family.)

Uplands of God, 53 THE SWEET SURPRISE. (In part.)

. Anonymous. “Down to the borders of the silent land." (For one who lingered.)

Uplands of God, 69



Anonymiores. “Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold.”

Shadow of the Rock, 68 GONE HOME.

. : Anonymous. “Gone home! She lingers here no longer.”

The Changed Cross, 211 CALLED ASIDE

. Anonymous. “Called aside, — from the glad working of thy busy life.”

Palace of the King, 94. GOOD-NIGHT

. Anonymous. "If I could only lay me down to rest." ***

Palace of the King, 130

. . . F. P. Cobbe. “God draws a cloud over each gleaming morn.”

Unity Hymns and Chorals, 148 THE CHAMBER OF PEACE :

. . Anonymons. “After the burden and heat of the day.” (The serenity of the dead.)

The Chamber of Peace, 5 CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN

w ; C. 7. Brooks. “For wast not thou, too, going forth alone.”

Poems, 141


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Putnam 12 “She is not Dead, but SLEEPETH.” . . . . Furness.

Putnam, 165 To J. S. . . . . .

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. W. W. Story.

Poems, 1856, 228 The Child's PICTURE

F. E. Abbot. “Little face, so sweet, so fai

Quiet Hours, I., 155 “Childish FEET ARE STRAYING HOMEWARD.”

Bartholomew, “The Comforter.” WHERE?


Wat is her bodu lying there • W. Chadwick.

Poems, 145


SMAN - Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines.."

(One dying away from home.)

Poems, 392

LINES TO THE MEMORY OF “ ANNIE.” . . H. B. Stowe. “In the fair gardens of celestial peace.”

Bryant's Library, 176 SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN


" They are going — only gen. 11. & T. Book, 751

re going — only going." '


"I have
I have a little kinsman.”
little ini ,, Stedman.

Schaff & Gilman, 879 FIRE . .


John Keble. "sweet maiden, for so calm a life.” (An elder sister.)

Book of Praise, 204 A DEAD BABY.

. Mrs. Mulock-Craik. “Little soul, for such brief space that entered.”

Poems, Old and New, 123 DYING, AND YET LIVING .

| Theo. Tilton. “She died - yet is not dead.”

Lyra Americana, 213 EARLY Lost, EARLY SAVED

. Geo. W. Bethune. “ Within her downy cradle there lay a little child.”

Lyra Americana, 222 SHE CAME AND WENT

. . Lowell. “As a twig trembles when a bird.”

Poems, 90 MY LAMBS . : imminentem son

I loved them so v . Anonymous.

The Changed Cross, 78 AT A DEATH BED .

. C. H. Dall. “Dear eyes, that never looked reproach.”

Putnam, 533 TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM Power WATTS . A. A. Watts. “A cloud is on my heart and brow.”

Memory and Hope, 33 MABEL . . Like broken thoughts in dreams."

Memory and Hope, 102 Two . . . . . . . . Chamber's Journal.

“Two buds plucked from the tree.(For twin children.)

Shadow of the Rock, 142 DIRGE FOR A YOUNG GIRL

..• J. T. Fields. “Underneath the sod low lying."

Bryant's Library, 190

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· J. F. Clarke.

"Where is my boven ·

Memory and Hope, 58 “ WHEN THE BABY DIED” .

. . H. H.

Schaff & Gilman, 876. Verses, 100 “Child WITH THE SNOWY CHEEK.”

. W. H, Savage.

Savage's Minister's Handbook, 100 THRENODIA . .

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Poems, I



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M. J. Savage. “There's a beauty of the Spring-time.”

Savage's Minister's Handbook. IN MEMORY : ciose, kind hands, the aged eyes.

Songs of Two Worlds, 131 ONLY WAITING

. : Anonymous. “Only waiting till the shadows."

Rev. H. & T. Book, 746 “ SERVANT OF GOD, WELL DONE !” . . . . Montgomery.

Rev. H. & T. Book, 711 RIPE WHEAT

Anonymous. “We bent to-day o'er a coffined form."

Cheering Words, 71 GRACE OF GOD

. . Eliza Scudder. “Thou Grace Divine, encircling all."

Rev. H. & T. Book, 304

O Thou before whose sight all generations of men pass over to their rest, to thee alone can we turn in this hour. Amid all life's changes thou art the same forever, and thy years shall have no end. Thou art the source of all life. Thou art the Power above all powers and Lord of Death. To thee we come, who dost clothe the grass of the field, and mark the falling sparrow. To thy unfailing compassion we look, thou who dost note thy children's pain and grief. We bring these empty hearts, this loneliness, this sorrow, and lay them at thy feet. Thou knowest it all, our Father, and because thou knowest, canst help us. Comfort us with thy love, greater than a mother's love for her child! Send thy pity to lighten the darkness; send thy patience that we may bear this trial bravely. Touch these wounds with thy hand of healing, and help us to be still.

Almighty Father, give us of thy strength that we may take up our lives more bravely for the sake of this dear one who has now done with earth. May we learn to be faithful in duty, thoughtful, tender of others, loyal to the service of holiness and truth, because of those who can work no longer here on earth. May we think not of our loss, our suffering, but of their release, of the peace that rests upon this mortal body, and the freedom wherein the soul has now found a 'higher joy.

Grant, we pray thee, the faith that these ties of affection — the holiest thing thou givest us to know — can never perish. Wheresoever this dear friend may go, he can not be forgetful of us, and henceforth we are no more strangers to the life beyond since these have entered to make it home.

Now, Almighty Creator, into thy hands we commend

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