138 ON MAKING THE GRAVE OF A NEW-BORN CHILD. But not that from this cup of bitterness One look upon thy face ere thou depart! My daughter! with thy birth has gushed a spring And waste into the bright and genial air, Yet have I chosen for thy grave, my child, Breaking the dead hush of the mourners gone; The fountain that, once struck, must flow forever Will hide and waste in silence. When the smile Steals to her pallid lip again, and spring 140 TO A MOTHER BEREFT OF A DAUGHTER. TO A MOTHER BEREFT OF AN INFANT DAUGHTER. REV. HERMAN HOOKER. That reason GOD does nothing without a reason. may have respect to you; it may have respect to your child; and not unlikely to both. He sees effects in their causes. Your case may have been this: you may have been in danger of loving the world too much, and he removed the cause in time. Her case may have been this she may have been in danger from the growth of a corrupt nature, and he took her in the bud of being that she might grow without imperfection, "for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that is withered, but as one that is transplanted, and, touched by a divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth, though to your eyes these last may have been beautiful, more beautiful than you will hope to see again. WORDS OF LUTHER ON LOSING A MICHELET'S LIFE OF LUTHER. LUTHER, when he lost his daughter Magdalen, who died in 1542, said to his wife, who was bitterly weeping, "Dear Catharine, console thyself; think where our daughter is gone, for sure she has passed happily into peace. The flesh bleeds, doubtless, for such is its nature; but the spirit lives, and goes to the place of its wishes. Children do not dispute; what we tell them, they believe. With them all is simplicity and truth. They die without pain or grief, without struggling, without temptations assailing them, without bodily suffering, just as though they were merely going to sleep." Then, as he looked upon her, he said, "Dear child, thou wilt rise again; thou wilt shine like I am joyful in spirit, but O, how sad in the flesh! 'Tis marvellous I should know she is certainly at rest, that she is well, and yet that I should be so sad." On the same subject he writes thus to Jonas: "You will have heard of the new birth into the kingdom of Christ of my daughter Magdalen. Though my wife and I ought, in reality, to have no other feeling than one of profound gratitude for her happy escape from the power of the flesh, the world, the Turk, and the devil, yet the force of a star-ay, like the sun. 142 DIRGE FOR A YOUNG GIRL. natural affection is so great, that we cannot support our loss without constant weeping and bitter sorrow -a thorough death of the heart, so to speak. We have ever before us her features, her words, her gestures, her every action in life, and on her death bed my darling, my all-dutiful, all-obedient daughter! Even the death of Christ-and what are all other deaths in comparison with that?—cannot tear her from my thoughts, as it ought to do. She was, as you well know, all gentleness, amiability, and tenderness." DIRGE FOR A YOUNG GIRL. JAMES T. FIELDS. UNDERNEATH the sod, low lying, Sleepeth one who left, in dying, Yes, they're ever bending o'er her Forms that to the cold grave bore her When the summer moon is shining Soft and fair, Friends she loved in tears are twining |