Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, "One there lives whose guardian eye One there lives, who, Lord of all, ON THE DEATH OF A BROTHER. THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; Thy Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom! Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the sinless has died! Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the sera phim’s song! Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, He Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide; gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died. THE WIDOW OF NAIN AND HER SON. WAKE not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him: Why pause the mourners? Who forbids our weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delayed? "Set down the bier he is not dead but sleeping! "Young man, arise!" He spake, and was obeyed! Change then, oh sad one, grief to exultation: Worship and fall before Messiah's knee, Strong was His arm, the Bringer of salvation; Strong was the Word of God to succor thee! WHAT IS RELIGION? Is it to go to church today, Does every sanctimonious face Is it to take our daily walk, And of our own good deeds to talk, Is it for sect and creed to fight, A juvenile production. Is it to wear the Christian dress, Oh, no! religion means not this, It grieves to hear an ill report, And scorns with human woes to sport, And does religion this impart? 16 Elizabeth Barrett Browning. COWPER'S GRAVE. Ir is a place where poets crowned O poets! from a maniac's tongue, |