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THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
“Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.”
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
"My Lord has need of these flowrets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where He was once a child.
'They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."
OUR LOST DARLING.
THIS is a curl of our poor "Splendid's" hair!
We stood at midnight in the Presence dread.
The mystery dilated in her look,
Which, on the darkening death-ground, faintly caught The likeness of the angel shining near.
Her passing soul flashed back a glimpse of bliss.
A crown of conquest bound her baby-brow;
Her little hands could take the heirdom large;
And all her childhood's vagrant royalty
Sat staid and calm in some eternal throne.
Love's kiss is sweet, but Death's doth make immortal.
And there our darling lay in coffined calm,
And o'er her flowed the white eternal peace :
THE BOY CONFESSOR.
The breathing miracle into silence passed:
Never to stretch wee hands, with her dear smile :
The world went lightly by and heeded not
O Life, how strange thy face behind the veil !
THE BOY CONFESSOR.
"A noble army-men and boys,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of Heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain!
O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in their train."
IN the noble army of Martyrs we find enrolled the names not only of strong men, but of timid and gentle women, who out of weakness were made strong," and of youths and maidens who, overcoming their childish fears, arose to a height of heroic fortitude
which filled their persecutors with wonder.
Amongst these Cyril, who "witnessed a good confession" in the persecution under Valerian (A. D. 257), claims a place.
His father was an idolater. Incensed by the boy's refusal to join in the sacrifices, he treated him with the utmost cruelty and turned him out of doors. The governor, hearing of this, ordered
Cyril to be brought before him. At first he tried the effect of kindness. "My child," he said, "abandon these follies, and I will not only pardon you, but persuade your father to receive you again."
"I rejoice in suffering reproaches for what I have done," said the fearless boy; "God has not cast me off. He will still receive