A CHURCHYARD WALK. Then, quick forgetting the command In life's exulting burst Of early glee, let go my hand, And now I did not check him more, She spread no funeral pall above That patch of churchyard ground, But the same azure vault of love And white clouds o'er that spot would pass, A richer hue might wear. And formed from out that very mould The rook was wheeling overhead, Nor hastened to be gone; And God, I said, would never give Nor bid in childhood's heart to live Those springs of gushing mirth, 199 SIC VITA. A PEACEFUL OLD AGE. THE seas are quiet when the winds are o'er, The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. SIC VITA. LIKE to the falling of a star, The wind blows out; the bubble dies; CC 201 "CHARITY NEVER FAILETH.” OUR great dramatist, tracing the course of human life through its seven ages, tells us that the "Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion: Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." Such, however, is not the Christian theory of old age. To the mere worldling, however lofty his genius, old age may be this, and nothing more, or better, than this. But to the believer, earth recedes only that heaven may draw near; the shadows of life's evening gather over the landscape only that the dawn of an eternal day may brighten around us, and "the earthly house of this tabernacle is dissolved" to be exchanged for the mansion not "made with hands, eternal in the heavens." Charity never faileth." Amidst the chills and infirmities of extreme old age the flame of love may burn warm and bright as ever, and having this the man cannot be “ sans everything," for love is its own exceeding great reward. 66 Amongst the traditions of the Apostolic Church there is none more touching or beautiful than that which describes the last scene in the long life of the Beloved Disciple. When all power to labour for Christ was gone, no longer able to teach, too weak even to stand, the spirit still retained its capacity to love. Carried into the church by the disciples, he was wont to repeat, without change or variation, the command which he himself had received from the Master, MY LITTLE CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER. And on being asked why he always repeated the same thing, he replied, that if this was well learned all was learned. |