""Tis sweet, as year by year we lose, Friends out of sight, in faith to muse, How grows in Paradise our store."

KEBLE'S CRISTIAN YEAR,

"Where thou art gone

Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown, May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting sound shall pass my lips no more!"

COWPER,

On the receipt of his Mother's Picture.

On the Death of an Infant

Love Never Faileth

The Dying Infant to its Mother

Sorrow not, even as others which have

no Hope

Hope

71

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75

76

Not Lost, but Gone Before

A Mother's Lament

Hymn

A Mother's Grief