ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY. 301 ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY. S. G. BULFINCH. ALAS, Sweet maid! hast thou so soon departed? Thou of the bright smile and the speaking eye, The good, the cheerful, and the gentle-hearted,Who could have thought that thou so soon shouldst die? To die so young, when all was bright before thee, When fond affection strewed thy path with flowers! Who could have thought so dark a doom was o'er thee, Fair being, formed for life's most radiant hours? How shall we miss thee where thy voice was heard! How, where thy smile hath shed its light around! And where we listened to the holy word, Dear friend, with thee, on yonder hallowed ground! Yes; in the hour of happiness, a sigh, Sweet girl! shall witness that thou still art near; And many a season, as it hastens by, But there are those who mourn thee with a deep, Friends of the orphan! He who gave your treasure Has taken to himself the boon he gave; The pure, the gentle one, it was his pleasure From earth's dark sufferings early thus to save. Lament her not! There, where her lovely spirit. Abides, she glows with other thoughts than ours. Not all that earth's most favored ones inherit Could win her now to leave those heavenly bowers. There may we join her, Father! when the day THE DYING HEBREW'S PRAYER. 303 THE DYING HEBREW'S PRAYER. ANONYMOUS. A HEBREW knelt in the dying light: The hairs on his brow were silver white, “I come unto death's second birth, A pilgrim on a dull, cold earth, And men have stamped me with a curse, I feel it is not Thine; Thy mercy, like yon sun, was made And therefore dare I lift mine eye, "In this great temple, built by Thee, Beneath yon lamp that ceaselessly O take my latest sacrifice! Look down, and make this sod Holy as that where, long ago, The Hebrew met his God! "I have not caused the widow's tears, 66 "I have known Thee in the whirlwind, I have known Thee on the hill, I have loved Thee in the voice of birds, I dreamt Thee in the shadow, And my spirit bowed within itself, 6 To hear thy still, small voice'! Shut out from Thee and heaven! THE DYING HEBREW'S PRAYER. "Must I the whirlwind reap, because But I will not take my curse from man, I turn to Thee alone! O, bid my fainting spirit live, And what is dark reveal, And what is evil, O forgive! And what is broken, heal; And cleanse my nature, from above, "I know not if the Christian's heaven Shall be the same as mine; I only ask to be forgiven, And taken home to thine! Where Judah's lost and scattered sons May love Thee from afar! Where all earth's myriad harps shall meet 305 |