Let grief not awaken one dewy tear, But deem our spirits are hovering near, "Death has no terror-Disease no pain; She closed-within her mother's arms TO THE DEAD. J. G. C. BRAINERD. How many now are dead to me That live to others yet! How many are alive to me Who crumble in their graves, nor see That sickening, sinking look, which we Beyond the blue seas, far away, Most wretchedly alone, One died in prison, far away, Where stone on stone shut out the day, And never hope or comfort's ray In his lone dungeon shone. Dead to the world, alive to me, Though months and years have pass'd; In a lone hour, his sigh to me Comes like the hum of some wild bee, And then his form and face I see, As when I saw him last. And one with a bright lip, and cheek, And eye, is dead to me. How pale the bloom of his smooth cheek! His lip was cold-it would not speak : His heart was dead, for it did not break: And his eye, for it did not see. Then for the living be the tomb, A DEATH-BED. JAMES ALDRICH. HER suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away, In statue-like repose. But when the sun, in all his state, She passed through Glory's morning gate, "BLESSED ARE THE DEAD." LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. COME, gather to this burial-place, ye gay! ers sown, Was one of you. Time had not laid his hand As if she were the gainer. To lie down Ashes to ashes, till the glorious morn The pageantry on earth, could meekly find SONG. J. H. BRIGHT. SHOULD sorrow o'er thy brow If ever life shall seem To thee a toilsome way, And gladness cease to beam If, like the wearied dove, O'er shoreless ocean driven, Raise thou thine eye above, There's rest for thee in heaven! But, O! if always flowers Throughout thy pathway bloom, Thy better rest in heaven! When sickness pales thy cheek, Tell of a time to die Sweet hope shall whisper then, "Though thou from earth be riven, There's bliss beyond thy ken,- TRIBUTARY STANZAS. A DIRGE for the budding flower, Which shrank from our freezing night, And went to fulfil its dower, To bloom in its Maker's sight. |