They are no more. THEY are no more! O dull and drear. Sound those bereaving, mournful words; Affliction finds no wilder tear Mem❜ry no darker doom records; Not in our homes, not by our side, Move the bright beings we deplore; The hearts which love hath sanctified, They are no more!, O breathes there one that hath not known And every pulse with anguish shook: The music of their lips hath fled, Their grace and beauty pass'd away; Yet lives the presence of the dead Within our souls, as light in day! A fresher light shall burst the tomb, Unknown those words of wail and gloom They are no more! CHARLES SWAIN. The Living and the Vead. WHERE ARE THE DEAD? In heaven or hell, Who are the dead? The sons of time The place that knew them knows them not. Where are the living? On the ground The mortal makes th' immortal man. Who are the living? They whose breath Then, timely warn'd, may we begin J, MONTGOMERY. Christian Love. "Marvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you: we know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren."-1 John iii. 13, 14. THE clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn's softest gleams are ending, Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending: *Why, as we watch their floating wreath, When up some woodland dale we catch Nor human wisdom nor divine 218 CHRISTIAN LOVE. The spring of the regenerate heart, But he whose heart will bound to mark Cheap forms, and common hues, 'tis true, The lustre comes of heavenly birth. Even so, who loves the Lord aright, Since Christ on all hath shined: Then marvel not, if such as bask If they who hate the trespass most, Yet, when all other love is lost, CHRISTIAN LOVE. Love the poor sinner, marvel not; Christ's mark outwears the rankest blot. No distance breaks the tie of blood; Oft, ere the common source be known, Move heart towards heart by sympathy. So is it with true Christian hearts! Of holiest brotherhood: O might we all our lineage prove, There is much need; for not, as yet, The holy house is still beset With leaguers of stern foes; Wild thoughts within, bad men without, All evil spirits round about, Are banded in unblest device, To spoil Love's earthly paradise. 219 |