128 DETACHED THOUGHTS. Birds will not sing as once they sung, And mournful tones are in the wind, SOUTHEY. THEY sin who tell us love can die; In heaven ambition cannot dwell; Its holy flame forever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; At times deceived, at times oppressed, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest. But the harvest time of love is there. CHILDREN IN HEAVEN. ANONYMOUS. WHO are they whose little feet, Pacing life's dark journey through, Each the welcome "Come" awaits, Let the little travellers in. "While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me."-2 SAMUEL Xii. A COTTAGER'S LAMENT. ANONYMOUS. SWEET, laughing child—the cottage door Thy merry step hath passed away, Thy mother by the fireside sits, And listens for thy call; 130 THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. แ THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. H. W. LONGFELLOW. THERE is a Reaper whose name is Death, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord hath need of these flowerets 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, And saints, upon their garments white, And the mother gave, in tears and pain, She knew she should find them all again O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. HERVEY. YONDER White stone, emblem of the innocence it covers, informs the beholder of one who breathed out its tender soul almost in the instant of receiving it. There the peaceful infant, without so much as knowing what labor and vexation mean, "lies still, and is quiet it sleeps, and is at rest." (Job iii. 13.) Staying only to wash away its native impurity in the laver of regeneration, it bade a speedy adieu to time and terrestrial things. What did the little hasty sojourner find so forbidding and disgustful in our upper world to occasion its precipitant exit? It is written, indeed, of its suffering Savior, that when he had tasted the vinegar mingled with gall, he would not drink, (Matt. xxvii. 34;) and did our new-come stranger begin to sip the cup of life, but, perceiving 132 ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. the bitterness, turn away its head, and refuse the draught? Was this the cause why the wary babe only opened its eyes, just looked on the light, and then withdrew into the more inviting regions of undisturbed repose? Happy voyager! no sooner launched than arrived at the haven. Highly-favored probationer! accepted without being exercised. It was thy peculiar privilege not to feel the slightest of those evils which oppress thy surviving kindred; which frequently fetch groans from the most manly fortitude, or most elevated faith. The arrows of calamity, barbed with anguish, are often fixed deep in our choicest comforts. The fiery darts of temptation, shot from the hand of hell, are always flying in showers around our integrity. To thee, sweet babe, both these distresses and dangers were alike unknown. Consider this, ye mourning parents, and dry up your tears. Why should you lament that your little ones are crowned with victory before the sword was drawn, or the conflict begun? Perhaps the Supreme Disposer of events foresaw some inevitable snare of temptation forming, or some dreadful storm of adversity impending. And why should you be so dissatisfied with that kind precaution which housed your pleasant plant, and removed into shelter a tender flower, before the thunders roared, before the lightnings flew, before the tempest poured its rage? O, remember, they are not lost, but taken away from the evil to come. (Is. lvii. 1.) |