THE HAPPY DEATH. Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee; One thought shall check the starting tear, It is that thou art free. And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain; Oh! who that saw thy parting hour Triumphant in thy closing eye Joy breath'd in thy expiring sigh Gently the passing spirit fled, Oh! may that grace on me be shed, And make my end like thine.-Anon. THOU ART GONE TO THE GRAVE. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; Thy Saviour has pass'd 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 beam'd on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the Seraphim's song. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide! He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has no sting-for the Saviour has died.. Heber. A MOTHER'S RESIGNATION. I think of thee, but 'tis with grief no longer; Though parted in the flesh, by God's high will, I feel my soul's deep love for thee grow stronger : Like one of old, I glory to have given Out of my flock, an angel unto Heaven.—Anon. THEY LEAVE US ONE BY ONE. Ever thus Drop from us treasures one by one, Is linked to us, like leaves to flowers. They who have ever been our pride; They whom we most have known and tried, They pass from us like stars that wane The brighter still before; As gold links broken from a chain, That can be joined no more.-Mrs. Hemans. A SIMILE. Where time has rent the lordly tower, A MOTHER LAMENTING HER CHILDREN. Ye were mine, flesh and soul; mine, oh, my children! A portion of myself is torn away; The breath of life seems stifled in our parting, |