78 TO MY BROTHER IN HEAVEN. Weeps her dew in the wild flowers, whose beautiful bloom Seems most like the bloom of thy years. A few days of sunshine, and then comes the blast The bloom from the cheek and the blossom is past, Thou art happy now. We would not call thee back From thy home on that beautiful shore, But patiently tread life's wearisome track, Until life and its sorrows are o'er. Then, this painful dream ended, we'll meet thee at last In the beautiful land of the blest, And forget all the trials and woes of the past In the pleasures of infinite rest. The soft winds shall sigh o'er thy dreamless sleep, At the shut of day, 'mid the twilight deep, By the place of thy rest shall be heard. But the love that once woke in that bosom of thine We could not call thee back! no; soft be thy sleep, And green be the turf o'er thy head! "Twere better by far for the living to weep, Than to mourn o'er the lot of the dead. Thou art happy and blest 'mid that holy band That look from heaven's beautiful shore. When life and its sorrows are o'er. "Christianity teaches us to moderate our passions; to temper our affections towards all things below; to be thankful for the possession, and patient under loss, whenever He who gave shall see fit to take away." -SIR WM. TEMPLE. BEREAVEMENT. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. WHEN Some belovéds, 'neath whose eyelids lay "Is God less God that thou art mortal-sad? To smite? What can he, but, with sobbing breath, "If you be afflicted, join prayer with that God would join his spirit with it. shall be not a whit the better, but shall your correction, and beg by it Seek this in earnest, else you still endure the smart, and not 80 THE EARLY DEAD. reap the fruit thereof. Rejoice in Him who fails not, who alters not. He is still the same in himself, and to the sense of the soul that is knit to him, is then sweetest when the world is bitterest. When other comforts are withdrawn, the loss of them brings this great gain, so much the more of God and his love imparted, to make all up. They that ever found this could almost wish for things that others are afraid of. If we knew how to improve them, his sharpest visits would be his sweetest: thou wouldst be glad to catch a kiss of his hand while he is beating thee, or pulling away something from thee that thou lovest, and bless him while he is doing so."-LEIGHTON. THE EARLY DEAD. WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK. IF it be sad to mark the bowed with age In the still darkness of its mouldering gloom, They to whose bosoms, like the dawn of spring And fills the spirit with a rich repose, How shall we lay them in their final rest? Life openeth brightly to their ardent gaze; How sad to break the vision, and to fold Yet this is life!-to mark, from day to day, Sinking in waves of death ere chilled by time, And yet what mourner, though the pensive eye Through whose far depths the spirit's wing careers? There gleams eternal o'er their ways are flung, Who fade from earth while yet their years are young. IMPROVEMENT OF AFFLICTION. REV. ROBERT HALL. WE should be more anxious that our afflictions should benefit us than that they should be speedily removed from us; for they are intended to remove a far greater evil than any which they can occasion. It is, in reality, a most sparing and economical method which the divine Being employs, when he uses these, "our light afflictions," in order to remove our sins ; for sin is the great disease of our nature, which must 82 MY MOTHER'S GRAVE, be removed if we are to be made happy. It is far better that this disease should be expelled by the use of means, however painful, then that, by the withholding of those means, it should be increased, inflamed, and cause our destruction. We must be partakers of his holiness, that we may be of his happiness; and if it is true that "tribulation worketh patience, and patience experience, and experience hope, and hope maketh not ashamed," then are our afflictions, duly received, to be numbered among our greatest blessings. This, then, is the light in which you should accustom yourselves to view your afflictions-as commissioned by God; as merited by your sins; as the effect of perfect parental care; and with an earnest desire to derive the benefit designed in your sanctification. MY MOTHER'S GRAVE. JAMES ALDRICH. IN beauty lingers on the hills The death smile of the dying day; Like weeds upon its sluggish wave. |