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And the resurrection's power
Who walk with me no more;
They have but gone before.
Beyond my vision dim;
Are living unto Him.
Within my heart hath place,
And met me face to face.
Their lives are made forever mine;
What they to me have been
Engraven deep within.
Nor time nor death can free;
F. L. Hosmer
SOMETIME, when all life's lessons have been learned,
And Sun and Stars forevermore have set, The things which our weak judgments here have spurned,
The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet, Will flash before us, out of life's dark night
As Stars shine most in deeper tints of blue; And we shall see how all God's plans are right,
And how what seemed reproof was love most true.
And we shall see, how, while we frown and sigh,
God's plans go on as best for you and me; How when we called, He heeded not our cry
Because his wisdom to the end could see, And e'en as prudent parents disallow
Too much of sweet to craving babyhood, So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now
Life's sweetest things because it seemeth good. And if sometime, commingled with life's wine,
We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink, Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine
Pours out this potion for our lips to drink. And if some friend we love is lying low
Where human kisses cannot reach his face, Oh! do not blame the loving Father so,
But bear your sorrow with obedient grace ; And
you shall shortly know, that lengthened breath Is not the sweetest gift God sends His friend, And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death
Conceals the fairest boon His love can send. If we could push ajar the gates of life
And stand within, and all God's workings see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife,
And for each mystery could find a key.
But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart;
God's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold;
Time will reveal the chalices of gold.
Where tired feet, with sandals loose, may rest,
Mrs. May Riley Smith.
That He has sent her peace,
Her soul has found release.
may not know the glory and the gladness That on the spirit shine, That bore on earth its agony and sadness
With patience so divine.
We only know her weariness is ended,
That she from pain is free,
In joy and liberty.
'Tis ours to prize the nature we inherit,
Which she has glorified.
Since she has lived and died.
O silent lips ! the lessons you have taught us
We tell with falling tears:
Through all thy weary years !
Thou passest into light,
Grow holy in our sight.
L. M. e.
SUNRISE!- her feet have touched the hills of God;
Heaven's morning air blows sweet upon her brow;
She sees the King in all his beauty now, And walks his courts with full salvation shod.
“ Looking to’ard Sunset,” even here she caught
Prophetic hints of those far, shining lands
That lie beyond,— like one who understands The sign, ere yet the miracle is wrought.
And so she went: ah, we who stay below,
Watching the radiance of her upward flight,
Who, who of us shall reach such lofty height, Or leave behind so fair an after-glow?
Caroline A. Mason.
And looks, with glad though dazzled eye,
Once more on wood and field and sky,
I leave my former self behind,
And, free once more in heart and mind,
jailer dread And with the Present clasping hands,
Beneath fair skies, through sunny lands, Which memory's ghosts ne'er haunt, I tread. The pains and griefs of other days
May, shadow-like, pursue me yet;
But toward the sun my face is set, His golden light on all my ways.
S. S. Conant.
Withdrawn from mortal eye,
Through the unclouded sky.
We feel, in hours serene,
Immortal and unseen.
For death his sacred seal hath set
On bright and bygone hours;
Are more than ever ours,
Ours by the pledge of love and faith,
By hopes of heaven on high ; By trust, triumphant over death,