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 THE 
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS, 
 
 OR, 
 
 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN 
 
 BY 
 
 MRS. SARAH GOULD. 
 
 Are ye forever to your skies departed ? 
 
 ! will ye visit this dim world no more ? 
 Ye whose bright wings a solemn splendor darted 
 
 Through Eden's fresh and flowery shades of yore? 
 
 BOSTON: 
 HIGGINS, BRADLEY AND DAYTON, 
 
 20 WASHINGTON STREET. 
 
 1857.
 
 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by 
 
 HIGGINS AND BRADLEY, 
 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. 
 
 "W. P. DRAPER, 
 Stereotyper and Printer, 
 
 ANDOVER, MASS.
 
 NOTE. 
 
 THIS little offering, or memento of affection, 
 under the appropriate title of Guardian Angels, 
 or Friends in Heaven, is now presented to the 
 public, with the hope that the sympathy and 
 sentiments expressed will meet a hearty response 
 from all who peruse its pages. 
 
 How beautiful and sublime the thought of 
 angels, and guardian angels their society and 
 mission; of the redeemed spirits^of the "just 
 made perfect," and archangels, with cherubims 
 and seraphims, wafting their heavenly influen- 
 ces over us, giving peace, comfort, faith, hope, 
 and consolation to all who believe in the recog- 
 nition of friends in heaven ! also with the full 
 conviction that the reader will here find a per- 
 fect gem of fragmentary compilation, in prose 
 and poetry, rich in thought, truthful, as well as 
 sweet and beautiful, in sentiment thus mak- 
 ing this little token one of the very best of gift 
 books for presentation at all seasons of the 
 year. 
 
 AUTHOR. 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Guardian Angels, May De Ray. 11 
 
 The Angel of Patience, .... J. G. Whittier. 22 
 
 The Song of Angels, Anon. 23 
 
 Angel Music, C. Goidd.. 24 
 
 The Flight of Angels, Anon. 26 
 
 Angels, Extract. 27 
 
 Earth's Angels, C. Webster. 32 
 
 The Angel Land, M. K. 35 
 
 Our Household Angel, L. Magee. 36 
 
 Another Angel, B.D. Anloise. 37 
 
 Society of Angels, Extract. 38 
 
 The Angel's Mission, Anon. 43 
 
 The Veiled Angel, J. M. Mead. 43 
 
 An Angel Teaching Patience, Anon. 45 
 
 Loss of Near and Dear Friends, .... Extract. 46 
 
 "W ho hath not Lost a Friend ? Anon. 61 
 
 Departed Friends, . . . . Anon. 62 
 
 To One Departed, Anon, 63 
 
 I have a Home, Low Barnly. 64 
 
 5
 
 6 CONTENTS. 
 
 Pago. 
 
 The Spirit Entering Bliss, Rev. B. 65 
 
 No Night There, K. M. 66 
 
 Live for Something, Jennie Lane. 6 7 
 
 What I Live for, J7*P, fli'l* WtfK4 & a/n/fiMnon. 68 
 Inquiry and Reply, . ,. * ? * r M %fflW 4non. 70 
 
 Passing Away, Mrs. Hemans. 71 
 
 The Mother's Legacy, .... Wm. T. Adams. 73 
 
 Earth and Heaven, S. Lillie. 74 
 
 Where is that Land ? Susan. 75 
 
 Our Little Brother, Anon. 76 
 
 To my Mother, . N. A. Carlton. 77 
 
 The Soul's Passing, Anon. 78 
 
 Speak Gently, Anon. 79 
 
 The Angel's Whisper, M. A. Clough. 80 
 
 Angel's Whisper, Anon. 83 
 
 Three Angel Spirits, C. D. Stuart. 84 
 
 The Angel Reaper, Anon. 85 
 
 Angel and the Stars, Anon. 86 
 
 The Angel and the Bride, Anon. 88 
 
 The Angel Bride, Anon. 92 
 
 The Lovely Bride, Anon. 94 
 
 Lean Not on Earth, Anon. 98 
 
 Flight to Heaven, Anon. 99 
 
 There is Rest in Heaven, Anon. 100 
 
 Land of Promise, Anon. 101 
 
 Friend in Heaven, Extract. 102 
 
 Heaven, Festus. 110 
 
 Aspiring to Heaven, M. Forester. Ill 
 
 Mother and Heaven, Anon. 112 
 
 To my Wife in Heaven Wallace. 113
 
 CONTENTS. 7 
 
 Page. 
 
 Suffering Exchanged for Heaven, . . . Anon. 114 
 
 He Dwelleth in Heaven, M. A. F. 115 
 
 A Home in Heaven, Anon. 116 
 
 The Heavenly Friend, . . . Rev. L. D. Phelps. 117 
 
 In Heaven, .Anon. 118 
 
 Ministering Spirits, Anon. 120 
 
 Are they not all Ministering Spirits ? C. Acton. 122 
 
 Farewell to Earthly Joys, .... J. H. Hooper. 124 
 
 The Refuge, RolMs. 125 
 
 The Angel of the Leaves, .... H. F. Gould. 126 
 
 Child and the Angels, C. Swain. 131 
 
 Little Angel Nellie, Anon. 132 
 
 Dreaming of Angels, Anon. 133 
 
 Can we forget Departed Friends ? . . . Anon. 135 
 
 The Angel Forms, Anon. 137 
 
 Angelic Forms, Anon. 141 
 
 Softly, Peacefully, Anon. 142 
 
 The Departed, If. A. C. 143 
 
 Departed Spirits, G. D. 145 
 
 A Ransomed Spirit, T. A. Kenmore. 147 
 
 / Let us be Patient, Longfellow. 148 
 
 She Sleepeth, H. E. B. 149 
 
 To my Mother, Anon. 150 
 
 To a Brother in Heaven, M. D. M. 151 
 
 The Way to Heaven Rev. M. Sheeley. 152 
 
 Thoughts of Heaven, Mary Howitt. 153 
 
 The Indian's Dream of Heaven, .... Anon. 155 
 
 First Moments in Heaven, Anon. 156 
 
 A Vision of Heaven, Anon. 157 
 
 The Angel and the Flowers, . . Hans Anderson. 158
 
 8 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 To The Flowers, Anon. 164 
 
 The Transplanted Flowers, . . Charlotte AUfn. 167 
 
 The Flowers, A. M. Bigelow. 166 
 
 A Flower in Heaven A. E. N. 168 
 
 Flowers, Harvy Elmore. 169 
 
 Are there Flowers in Heaven ? C. W. Dowling. 1 70 
 
 Spring Flowers, Anon. 172 
 
 I cannot Stoop to Flowers, . . . J. Milton Dexter. 173 
 
 Precept of Flowers, Household Words. 1 74 
 
 The Use of Flowers, Anon. 175 
 
 Bright Flowers, ....... R. R. McKay. 176 
 
 Summer Flowers, Anon. 1 78 
 
 How Lovely are the Flowers, . . . . . Anon. 179 
 
 The True End of Being, Anon. 180 
 
 The Beautiful Island and its Angel, T. Mackellean. 181 
 
 The Beautiful Land, Anon. 190 
 
 The Land of the Blest, . . . W. 0. B. Pealody. 191 
 Invitation to go on Pilgrimage, . . J. Montgomery. 192 
 
 A Better Home, E.G. Douglas. 193 
 
 Spirit Longings, . J. D. Babbitt. 195 
 
 Parting Words, 'Joseph Britten. 196 
 
 Re-union Above, Leggett. 197 
 
 Our Infant Angel, ........ Anon. 198 
 
 Last Words of a Wife to her Husband, . . Anon. 206 
 
 My Boy, Anon. 208 
 
 Shall we Recognize our Friends in Heaven ? Extract. 209 
 The Voice of Sympathy, ... M. D. Williams. 224 
 The Family Meeting, .... Charles Sprague. 225 
 
 Come to the Land of Peace, Anon. 227 
 
 Mother's Dream of Heaven, v. . . T. S. Arthur. 228
 
 CONTENTS. 9 
 
 Page. 
 
 A Voice from Heaven, Anon. 235 
 
 Anchor thy Hope in Heaven, . . . . C. Melville. 237 
 
 The Angel Meeting, /. P. G. 238 
 
 Sing to Me in Heaven, Anon. 245 
 
 Guide to Heaven, Anon. 246 
 
 The Child's First Thought of Heaven, C. F. Gerry. 2-17 
 
 I want to be an Angel, Anon. 248 
 
 The Cherub Child, ....'... M. A. B. 252 
 
 Our Darling, Gertrude G. 253 
 
 Children in Heaven, Anon. 254 
 
 Re-union in Heaven, C. Palfrey. 255
 
 ti Ittgds; 
 
 Oil, 
 
 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN, 
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 'TWAS evening. The sun had sunk behind 
 the distant hill-tops, and the sombre shades of 
 night were fast gathering round the snowy 
 couch of a little sufferer. A careful hand 
 had folded aside the muslin shade, and the 
 faint light of evening rested on the pale, sweet 
 face of little Alice. Her eyes were closed in 
 troubled sleep. Frightful dreams seemed pass- 
 ing through her infant mind, and low, sad mur- 
 murs escaped her unclosed lips ; while the deep 
 sigh or gentle groan oft indicated sudden pain. 
 One little arm was thrown across her pillow, 
 half buried in the thickly clustering folds of shin- 
 ing hair that had escaped from its gauzy case. 
 
 11
 
 12. GUARDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 All was still., No noise, no sound, save the 
 low moan of little Alice, was heard within. 
 Busy feet, on tip-toe, came and went, friends 
 looked grief, yet spoke not, but the tears that 
 coursed each other quickly down the mother's 
 pale, wan cheek, as she stood almost breathless, 
 bending over her suffering child, too plainly told 
 her anxious sorrow. 
 
 At length the lids slowly unclosed, and the 
 soft, blue eyes rested upon her mother. She 
 smiled, oh, that smile ! The first for many, 
 many long weeks ! Then the mother wept 
 tears of joy, as she thought that her child, her 
 only one, might still live to be her solace in 
 after years. Alas! fond parent, thy hope is 
 vain ! Even now the guardian angel waits to 
 take her to Him who gave her thee. 
 
 She spoke. " Mother, I 'm going to live in 
 Heaven ; I wish papa would come home 
 poor pa ! " 
 
 " He '11 be here soon, my child ; but you must 
 be quiet and not talk now, for you have been 
 very sick." 
 
 Soon the door opened. " Wife, said a stern 
 voice, " how is Alice, to-night ? " 
 
 " I 'm afraid, William, she is worse. She has
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 13 
 
 been stupid and quite sick all day. She has 
 been wishing you would come ; but I think she 
 is asleep now. Speak softly, or you may wake 
 her." 
 
 " Has Dr. H called to-day ? " 
 
 "Yes, and he thought she was doing well; 
 but he left more medicine, and said he would 
 call this evening. I wish you would stay at 
 home to-night, William if she should be 
 worse." 
 
 " I would, but I have an important engage- 
 ment for this evening; and, really," said he, 
 looking at his dying child, " she seems to me no 
 worse than yesterday ! Don't be alarmed, wife, 
 
 Dr. H will be here to see her, and I shall 
 
 be home at eleven, and if anything " 
 
 " How is papa's little Alice to-night sick, 
 eh ? " Alice looked, but replied not. 
 
 " AUie, dear," said her mother, " your papa 
 has come now." Still she sp^oke not ; " Allie, 
 Allie, y OUT papa has come; wont you speak to 
 papa? " 
 
 " Dear papa," said the sweet little child, rais 
 ing her deep blue eyes, " I'm going to Heaven." 
 
 " Nonsense, " said the infidel father, " you 
 have been dreaming, I guess."
 
 14 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 " Yes, papa, I have dreamed a s\\ eet dream, 
 and I saw little children with wings, so hap- 
 py and they smiled, and said I was coming 
 to live with them. And I arsked if mamma 
 would come, and they said yes. And I asked 
 if my papa would come, too, and they looked 
 so sad, and wept ; and I wept, too, papa, for I 
 wanted you should go there and be happy." 
 
 " Well, well, Allie," said he, stooping to kiss 
 her, arid a tear dropped upon her pale brow. 
 As he turned to leave the room, Alice stretched 
 out her little thin hand, and said " Don't go, 
 papa, your little Alice is dying." 
 
 " No, no, Allie," said he, turning to hide his 
 tears, " you'll be better to-morrow good-bye 
 papa will come back pretty soon." 
 
 " Come to Heaven, papa, and see little Alice." 
 
 The unhappy father left the room, and soon 
 after he might have been seen hurrying away 
 to the gaming-table. Faster and faster he hur- 
 ried on, as if to leave his very thoughts behind. 
 
 " Poor little Allie ! " thought he. " Going to 
 Heaven children with wings I wonder what 
 put such thoughts into the child's head ? Go- 
 ing to Heaven I wonder if there is a Heaven 
 or not I wish I knew I almost wish I had
 
 GUARDIAX ANGELS. 15 
 
 staid with poor little Alice I'll go back no, 
 wife will think I am anxious I'll go to-night 
 and try to win, and then I'll stay with wife 
 and Alice, and talk with her about Heaven, 
 ha! She is a good child, though ! anyhow 
 what if she should die ? I almost wish I had 
 staid at home." 
 
 ******** 
 
 " Ah, ha ! Merton," said a fellow-gambler, 
 "we are rather late to-night. They will take 
 the advantage of us." 
 
 " Yes, I wish I had stayed at home." 
 
 " Poh ! your wife has been crying, hey ? " 
 
 No but " 
 
 " Here, here's the No. what are you think- 
 ing of, Merton?" 
 
 Once seated at the gaming-table, home and 
 its inmates were forgotten. Deeper and deeper 
 grew the excitement of the game ; wager upon 
 wager was laid down, until one thought, only, 
 pervaded each mind. " Who should win ! " 
 The wine-cup was passed round eyes flashed 
 with intense excitement loud bursts of laugh- 
 ter echoed round the dimly lighted room, till at 
 length the game closed. All was still as mid- 
 night for a moment, and then " William
 
 16 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 Merton up for three thousand dollars!" shouted 
 a dozen voices in a breath. 
 
 " There, now," said one, w dja't you wish you 
 had stayed at home ? Guess the dBar woman 
 won't cry when you show her that ; ha ! ha ! " 
 
 " Can't tell," thought Morton ; for home and 
 his dear Alice just then darted through his mind. 
 Hastily he gathered up his wicked treasure, and, 
 as he hastened out, he glanced at his w&tcli. 
 "Passed twelve! 'Tis bad, I declare; I told 
 wife I'd be at home at eleven. Well. I've v;on, 
 and 'tis the last time I'll go there, ay 'iow! " 
 
 "What! the last time, is it?" fcai.d a well 
 known voice. " You think, then, you will es- 
 cape with all this booty, hey ? We shall see," 
 thought he. " Now, Merton," suid the wily 
 friend, stepping forward, and putting his arm 
 within Merton's, "don't give up so! you've 
 made well to-night, and there is no hurt in it at 
 all. Keep on in the money-making line, is my 
 advice to you, take it as you may. But good 
 night, my friend ; remember next Tuesday, and 
 show yourself a man. Good-night; don't forget 
 to show your wife the money ; ha ! ha ! ' 
 
 " Not till I see how Alice is," thought he ; 
 and hurried on, ever and anon thinking what
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 17 
 
 new investment he would make, and what pres- 
 ents he would make his wife and Alice. Vain 
 dreamer! Thou knowest not the grief that 
 awaits thee. 
 
 Again William Merton is standing by his 
 own room door, lost in thought. Why does he 
 hesitate? why listen so attentively with his 
 hand on the latch ? Why do sad forebodings 
 and feelings of remorse enter his mind ? With 
 trembling hand he lifts the latch, and starts at 
 the sound, so deep was the stillness around him. 
 His wife met him in the hall. 
 
 " O William ! why didn't you come ? " 
 
 " Why ! haven't I ? How is she ? " He could 
 not say Alice, for he read the worst of his fears 
 in his wife's mournful face. 
 
 " Is she worse ? " 
 
 O William, Allie, little Allie, is " 
 
 "Is what?" said he, springing to the bedside. 
 
 O, stricken father ! Call her not she is 
 gone ! Thy voice she cannot hear ! Thy kiss 
 she cannot feel! Thy tears she cannot see! 
 Yet weep, strong man,, and let those scalding 
 tears wash guilty stains from out your sinful 
 heart. 
 
 " O God ! " he cried in bitterness of woe 
 2
 
 18 GT7ABDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 "why did'st them take my sweet little Alice 
 from me ? O Alice ! why did I not stay at 
 home with you ? why did I leave you when 
 you wished me to stay ? All for money ! mon- 
 ey ! What is money now to me ! Will it put 
 life into that cold clay ? Will it bring back 
 Alice? Oh! had I listened to the voice of my 
 dying child ! I never will go again, Allie, nev- 
 er ! What is all the money I won to-night in 
 exchange for my darling Allie ? " thought he, 
 feeling for his pocket-book. " What ! Gone ! " 
 a crimson flush passed over his face, and, after 
 searching more carefully, he exclaimed, in a 
 tone of bitter vexation " the villain has rob- 
 bed me ! I'm ruined forever ! The villain ! I'll 
 meet him I'll have satisfaction, either my 
 money or " 
 
 " William, William," said Mrs. Merton, who 
 had just come in. as he spoke the last words, 
 " what are you saying ? " 
 
 " Saying, why I'm ruined, that's what I say ; " 
 and he bowed his head and wept. 
 
 " Don't, William, grieve so ; all may yet be 
 well. Little Alice, we hope, has gone to rest. 
 Gone, I trust, to Heaven, where she will be far 
 happier than she could be here. Let us, Wil-
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 19 
 
 liam, so live that we may hope to join her 
 there." 
 
 " Talk not of Heaven to me, I'm wicked ! 
 oh, how wicked! Guilty, yes, guilty! Did 
 not the angels look sad when my angel Alice 
 asked if papa would come ? Ah ! 1 have been 
 a wicked, sinful man ! Do I not deserve all 
 this, and more ? It is right God is just ! 
 But I will, henceforth, try to live a better 
 man!" 
 
 Mrs. Merton affectionately took his hand, for 
 her heart was too full for utterance, and togeth- 
 er they knelt by the bedside where the little 
 clay-cold form of Alice lay enshrouded, and for 
 the first time, since by his mother's knee, in. 
 early childhood, did William Merton's lips 
 move in silent prayen And when he rose and 
 pressed a kiss on the cold brow of the little 
 Alice, he was an altered man. 
 
 ******** 
 
 Years passed away, and again the gentle 
 wife watched by the bedside of the dying. 
 'Twas not the same room oh, no! 'twas 
 much smaller, and more poorly furnished. The 
 same kind and careful hand bathed the parched 
 lips, and wiped the death-damp from his mar-
 
 20 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 ble brow. But who is the sufferer ? Ah ! i& it 
 the same rich William Merton ? Even so. 
 
 " Dear wife," said the dying man, " I must 
 soon leave you. The sum I have saved for you 
 and our dear children is small take it and 
 rejoice that it has been honestly earned. I die 
 happy farewell Allie I come." 
 
 Guardian angels ! do we doubt them ? 
 
 Night by night, and day by day ; 
 Could we guide our steps without them, 
 
 Where would wavering fancy stray ? 
 Ev'ry noble thought that's spoken, 
 
 Ev'ry smile, and ev'ry sigh, 
 . Are they not a sign a token 
 
 That some guardian angel's by ? 
 
 Guardian angels, hovering o'er us, 
 
 Keep the soul, in mercy, pure ; 
 Had we not bright hope before us, 
 
 Could we this frail world endure ? 
 Then, be sure, that ever near us 
 
 Voices come from forms unseen, 
 Breathed by angels sent to cheer us, 
 
 "Watching earth and heav'n between !
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 21 
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 CHILD of earth, and child of heaven ! 
 
 Each alike in form and face, 
 Save that wings to one are given, 
 
 Something too of loftier grace. 
 
 Yet the trustful and the true 
 
 Dwell in meekness with the other 
 These alone it was that drew 
 
 From the skies its angel-brother. 
 
 Half in blindness, half in trust, 
 Guardian arms around him pressed, 
 
 Sleeps the child of time and dust, 
 Shielded by his cherub guest. 
 
 Angel child ! and child of earth ! 
 
 Semblance ye of hidden things ; 
 One hath reached its spirit-birth, 
 
 One but waiteth for its wings.
 
 22 THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 
 
 THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 
 
 To weary hearts, to mourning homes, 
 God's meekest angel gently comes : 
 No power has he to banish pain, 
 Or give us back our lost again ; 
 And yet, in tenderest love, our dear 
 And heavenly Father sends him here. 
 
 There's quiet in that angel's glance 
 There's rest in his still countenance : 
 He mocks no grief with idle cheer, 
 Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear ; 
 But ills and woes he may not cure 
 He kindly learns us to endure. 
 
 Angel of patience ! sent to calm 
 Our feverish brow with cooling palm 
 To lay the storms of hope and fear, 
 And reconcile life's smile and tear ; 
 The throbs of wounded pride to still, 
 And make our own our Father's will. 
 
 O thou who mournest on thy way, 
 With longings for the close of day ! 
 He walks with thee that angel kind 
 And gently whispers, " Be resigned ! . 
 Bear up, bear on the end shall tell 
 The dear Lord ordereth all things well."
 
 THE SONG OF ANGELS. 23 
 
 THE SONG OP ANGELS. 
 
 IN the sweet solitude of night, 
 
 While tired Nature seeks repose, 
 I seem to hear light rustling wings 
 
 And, as my weary eyes unclose, 
 Arrayed in robes of righteousness, 
 
 An angel-band appears above ; 
 And on their golden harps they sing, 
 
 In sweetest tones, of heavenly love. 
 
 
 
 " "We come" they sing from that bright world, 
 
 Beyond those shining orbs afar, 
 That spangle o'er yon azure dome, 
 
 Sweet messages of love to bear : 
 We come to dissipate death's gloom, 
 
 That now enshrouds this beauteous earth ; 
 To sing of life immortal, ere 
 
 These planetary spheres had birth. 
 
 " Ere Time his circling course began, 
 
 This Universe our Father planned ; 
 In wisdom He the soul ordained, 
 
 And worlds came forth at his command 
 Unnumbered worlds unknown to earth, 
 
 Chiming, as they forever shine 
 In orbits all harmonious, 
 
 < Our God is love his hand divine ! '
 
 24 ANGEL MUSIC. 
 
 " And as those glorious notes roll on, 
 
 Our Father's realms echo above, 
 And all the innumerable throng, 
 
 Adoring, shout ' Our God is love!' 
 O wisdom infinite ! love 
 
 Unspeakable ! let evermore 
 Thy soul with joy see through death's gloom, 
 
 In God confide his name adore. 
 
 " Where Death appears, on wings of love, 
 
 Unseen, unknown, to earth we come, 
 To bear the disembodied soul 
 
 ..Up to our Father's heavenly home. 
 then, rejoice ! no terrors fear ! 
 
 And as to other realms we soar 
 Away, ' Hallelujah !' ever 
 
 Shout ' Hallelujah ! ' evermore ! " 
 
 ANGEL MUSIC. 
 
 WHEN the twilight weeps 'neath the azure veil, 
 And the sweet flowers sigh as the day grows pale, 
 Then an angel comes on her silver wings, 
 And a golden harp in her hand she brings ; 
 
 Soft, sweet and low, 
 
 Rich numbers flow, 
 And I hush my breath while the angel sings 1
 
 ANGEL MUSIC. ' 25 
 
 Oh ! the love-rays fall from her dew-filled eye, 
 Like the soft star-beams from the twilight sky, 
 And she fans my brow with her fragrant wings, 
 While she gently strikes on the golden strings ! 
 
 Soft, sweet, and low, 
 
 Rich numbers flow, 
 And I weep for joy while the angel sings ! 
 
 Like the soft South wind, when he woos the flowers, 
 Like the glad bird's note, in his love-wreath'd bowers, 
 Like the thrilling sigh of the wind's harp-strings, 
 Are the rapture-tones that the angel sings ! 
 
 Soft, sweet and low, 
 
 Glad breathings flow, 
 And I dream of love while the angel sings ! 
 
 Like the plaintive voice of the moaning pine, 
 Like the wild, wild wail of the heaving brine, 
 Like the groans that sweep on the night-wind's wings, 
 Is the strange, sad song that the angel sings ! 
 
 Dark, deep and low, 
 
 Sad moanings flow, 
 And I weep o'er the lost while the angel sings ! 
 
 Then a lofty strain on the rich harp swells, 
 And the soul of bliss in its music dwells ;
 
 26 THE FLIGHT OF ANGELS. 
 
 And the tide of song o'er the glowing strings 
 Flows fresh and free from the Eden springs ! 
 
 Soft, sweet and low 
 
 Rich breathings flow, 
 And I dream of Heaven while the angel sings ! 
 
 THE FLIGHT OF ANGELS. 
 
 [Written for a Monument to two English Children, in the 
 Protestant Burial Ground at Rome.] 
 
 Two Pilgrims for the Holy Land 
 
 Have left our lonely door, 
 Two sinless angels, hand in hand, 
 
 Have reached the promised shore. 
 
 We saw them take their heavenward flight, 
 Through floods of drowning tears ; 
 
 And felt in woe's bewildering night 
 The agony of years. 
 
 But now we watch the golden path 
 
 Their blessed feet have trod, 
 And know that voice was not in wrath 
 
 Which called them both to God.
 
 ANGELS. 27 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 WHENEVER we read as we very often do 
 in the Old Testament history, of an Angel, 
 (i. e. Messenger) of the Lord, appearing to any 
 one, such an Angel seems to have very seldom 
 been (as in the New Testament history) a 
 " Ministering Spirit, " a person created by 
 the Lord, and employed in his service.. 
 
 You can easily understand that either any 
 person, or any thing', may be employed by the 
 Lord, to intimate his will - to convey his mes- 
 sages to men, or to perform any service to 
 them. And whoever or whatever is so em- 
 ployed, becomes God's Angel or Messenger. 
 Whether it be a supernatural flame or any 
 other appearance or a voice from Heaven 
 or a man or any other personal Agent, of a 
 different nature from, man, in all cases, that 
 person or thing by which the Lord holds com- 
 munications with mankind, is called his Angel, 
 or Messenger. 
 
 And since the word " Angel," originally sig- 
 nifies simply a messenger, hence our Sacred
 
 28 ANGELS. 
 
 writers often found it necessary, in order to 
 prevent mistakes, to use the expression, " An- 
 gel of the Lord" to distinguish such a mes- 
 senger as they are speaking of, from any or- 
 dinary messenger. 
 
 Now in the Old Testament history, when 
 an Angel is mentioned as appearing, it is gen- 
 erally some visible object, in which there was 
 an immediate manifestation of the Lord him- 
 self; so that you will frequently find the ex- 
 pressions, " the Lord," and the " Angel of the 
 Lord," used indiscriminately to denote the 
 same thing. 
 
 Thus, where we read of God's first mani- 
 festation of himself to Moses in the wilderness, 
 in a flame of fire in a bush, we are told that 
 the Lord spake to Moses out of the flame, say- 
 ing, "J am the God of Abraham" etc. And 
 Moses " fell on his face and worshipped." 
 Now, if you look to the speech of Stephen as 
 recorded in the Book of Acts (chap. vii. 30), 
 you will find him speaking of the Angel of the 
 Lord appearing to Moses in a flame of fire. 
 And he again mentions (v. 38,) the "Angel 
 which spake unto Moses in Mount Sinai." 
 Now we all know that what was spoken there,
 
 * 
 
 ANGELS. 29 
 
 began with " J am "the Lord thy God who 
 brought thee out of the land of Egypt." It was 
 the Lord himself, who held communication 
 with his servant, through the means of the 
 appearance of a flame, accompanied with 
 " thunderings and voices," etc. And the flame, 
 is thence called his Messenger, or Angel. No 
 created person was here employed. And hence 
 it is, that we often find (as I observed just 
 above), the two expressions, "the Lord, and 
 the Angel of the Lord," used indiscriminately, 
 and with the signification. 
 
 For instance, in the Book of Exodus (chap, 
 xxiii. v. 20,) " Behold, I send an Angel before 
 thee, to keep thee in the way, (viz. the fiery and 
 cloudy pillar, which accompanied the Israelites 
 in their journeyings,) and to bring thee into the 
 place which I have prepared. 
 
 " Beware of him, and obey his voice ; pro- 
 voke him not ; for he will not pardon your 
 transgressions ; for my name is in him : (that 
 is, it is a manifestation of my especial presence 
 and agency; which in Scripture, is often, call- 
 ed Name '), but if thou shalt indeed obey his 
 voice, and do all that / speak" (here you ob- 
 serve that " he," and " I," are used indiscrimi-
 
 30 ANGELS. 
 
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 nately,) " then I will be an enemy unto thine 
 enemies," etc. 
 
 What has been said of the use of the word 
 Angel in these passages, will for the most part 
 apply, as to the essential points, to many 
 others in the Old Testament history; even in 
 those places in which the human form is 
 assumed. 
 
 For instance, in the 'appearance of Angels to 
 Abraham, and to Lot, (Gen. xviii.) of an An- 
 gel to Balaam, (Numb. xxiL), and to Manoah 
 and his wife (Judges xiii.) ; and in several 
 others, you will find, on an attentive perusal, 
 that the Angels there mentioned (at least in 
 the last two places), were not created persons, 
 but manifestations of the Lord himself. And 
 accordingly in most of these passages, you 
 read of DIVINE worship being offered and ac- 
 cepted. To the Angels, on the contrary, men- 
 tioned in the New Testament the minister- 
 ing spirits recorded as appearing divine wor- 
 ship either is not offered, or is carefully reject- 
 ed. " See thou do it not! " (says the Angel to 
 John, in the Book of Revelation, chap, xxii.), 
 " for I am thy fellow-servant." 
 
 " The holiness of Angels is indicated in their
 
 ANGELS. 31 
 
 cheerful and uniform obedience. They are 
 often spoken of, as being sent by God upon 
 various missions to the earth. My God hath 
 sent his Angel, and hath shut the lions' mouths 
 that they have not hurt me," Dan. vi. 22. " In 
 the sixth month the Angel Gabriel, was sent 
 from God unto a city of Galilee, named Naza- 
 reth," Luke i. 26. " Now I know of a surety, 
 that the Lord hath sent his Angel, and hath 
 delivered me out of the hand of Herod," Acts 
 xii. 11. 
 
 Thus we find that the Angels are ever ready 
 to obey their Sovereign, and execute his wilL 
 Their plans and purposes are in unison with 
 the Divine mind. They have no selfish ends 
 in view, no unholy desires to gratify. They 
 have no higher ambition than to execute, with 
 fidelity and success, the commands of their 
 King. They delight in serving. They glory 
 in their loyalty. They covet no other state, for 
 they have reached the highest attainment by 
 created intelligences. They can go no higher 
 without being infinite. They can occupy no 
 loftier positions without being gods. 
 
 The existence indeed of created persons 
 called Angels, seems to have been believed, in
 
 32 ANGELS. 
 
 early times, by the greater part of the Jews ; 
 though the sect of the Sadducees denied it. 
 And we find mention of such beings, in several 
 parts of the Old Testament. But in far great- 
 er number of the places (in the historical 
 books), in which the appearance of an Angel is 
 recorded, it will be found to have been a mani- 
 festation of the Lord himself. 
 
 Such then being the different characters gen- 
 erally, of the Angels, noticed in the Old, and 
 in the New Testament histories respectively; 
 you cannot but perceive the importance of 
 constantly keeping in mind. the distinctions I 
 have been pointing out; lest you should im- 
 pute false ivorship to those persons who in the 
 Old Testament are mentioned as offering ado- 
 ration to what is called "the Angel of the 
 Lord."
 
 EARTH'S ANGELS. 83 
 
 EARTH'S ANGELS. 
 
 WHY come not spirits from the realms of glory 
 
 To visit earth, as in the days of old, 
 The times of sacred writ and ancient story ? 
 
 Is, heaven more distant ? or has earth grown cold ? 
 
 Oft have I gazed, when sunset clouds, receding, 
 Waved like rich banners of a host gone by, 
 
 To catch the gleam of some white pinion speeding 
 Along the confines of the glowing sky; 
 
 And oft, when midnight stars, in distant dullness, 
 Were calmly burning, listened late and long ; 
 
 But Nature's pulse beat on in solemn stillness, 
 Bearing no echo of the seraph's song. 
 
 To Bethlem's air was their last anthem given, 
 When other stars before the One grew dim ? 
 
 Was their last presence known in Peter's prison ? 
 Or where exulting martyrs raised their hymn? 
 
 And are they all within the veil departed ? 
 
 There gleams no wing along the empyrean now ; 
 And many a tear from human eyes has started, 
 
 Since angel touch has calmed a mortal brow. 
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 34 EARTH'S ANGELS. 
 
 No ; earth has angels, though their forms are moulded 
 But of such clay as fashions all helow ; 
 
 Though harps are wanting, and bright pinions folded, 
 We know them by the love-light on their brow. 
 
 I have seen angels by the sick one's pillow ; 
 
 Theirs was the soft tone and the soundless tread ; 
 Where smitten hearts were drooping like the willow, 
 
 They stood " between the living and the dead." 
 
 There have been angels in the gloomy prison 
 In crowded halfe by the lone widow's hearth ; 
 
 And where they passed, the fallen hath uprisen 
 The giddy paused the mourner's hope had birth. 
 
 I have seen one whose eloquence commanding 
 Roused the rich echoes of the human breast, 
 
 The blandishments of wealth and ease withstanding, 
 That Hope might reach the suffering and oppressed. 
 
 And by his side there moved a form of beauty, 
 Strewing sweet flowers along his path of life, 
 
 And looking up with meek and love-lent duty : 
 I call her angel, but he catted her wife. 
 
 0, many a spirit walks the world unheeded, 
 That, when its veil of sadness is laid down, 
 
 Shall soar aloft with pinions unimpeded, 
 And wear its glory like a starry crown.
 
 THE ANGEL LAND. 35 
 
 THE ANGEL LAND. 
 
 THIS world is beautiful, 'tis true, 
 
 But there's a brighter world than this 
 Beyond that dome of wavey blue, 
 
 A home of everlasting bliss ; 
 That Spirit Land, whose canopy 
 
 Is never sullied with a cloud ; 
 Where clad in spotless drapery, 
 
 Saints are in adoration bow'd; 
 A myriad band of vestals raise 
 Their voices in Jehovah's praise. 
 
 There, purling streams and shady bowers, 
 
 With fields of amaranthine hue, 
 And beds of bright ambrosial flowers 
 
 Impearled with heavenly dew 
 On every hand, to please the eye, 
 
 Are spread in loveliness and there, 
 Than those of sultry Araby, 
 
 The breezes richer perfumes bear ; 
 There, too, such melody 13 heard 
 As never mortal's bosom stirred. 
 
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 36 OUR HOUSEHOLD ANGEL. 
 
 OUK HOUSEHOLD ANGEL. 
 
 AMIDST the melody of June, 
 
 When buds were bursting into bloom, 
 And earth seemed filled with Eden's grace, 
 Fit for an angel's dwelling-place, 
 God sent with us to dwell 
 
 A blue-eyed babe with golden hair, 
 And dimpled arms and forehead fair ; 
 ! life seems richest, rarest bliss, 
 As her warm ruby lips we kiss, 
 Our darling baby, Nell. 
 
 Our " household angel," her bright smile 
 With radiance lights our home the while ; 
 God grant her little dimpled feet 
 Through life may tread 'mong blossoms sweet- 
 ! guard our treasure well. 
 
 Dear, blessed gift ! at morn, at even, 
 Our prayer for her goes up to Heaven ; 
 For earth would be a dreary place, 
 Without the darling cherished face 
 Of our sweet baby, Nell !
 
 "ANOTHER AXGEL." 37 
 
 "ANOTHER ANGEL." 
 
 "I WILL bathe my lovM boy in the pure limpid wave, 
 And robe him myself in the garb of the grave ; 
 With my own tender hand have I closed his fond eyes, 
 Ne'er to open again till he wakes in the skies. 
 
 Let his shroud be the robe that hath decked him of yore, 
 By my fond fingers traced with affection all o'er ; 
 Spotless plaits of the lawn-shade his marble limbs fold, 
 O ! he greets me no longer! his form waxes cold. 
 
 Once again am I smoothing his soft silky hair 
 Methinks I've given birth to a bright angel heir! 
 While I pluck a pale flower hi his clasped hands to lay, 
 Even death breathes a sigh o'er such beauteous clay. 
 
 What ! could I permit e'en the kindest friend's hand 
 To robe my sweet Willie for Heaven ! Where a band 
 With his grandsire awaits him his glory untold 
 With their love like a garment around him to fold ? 
 
 O, my father! receive thou this jewel of mine! 
 All fresh from my heart is it torn from its shrine ; 
 To our God I resign him my Father, and thine ; 
 Lo ! the mantle of Levi yet rests on thy line ! "
 
 38 SOCIETY OP ANGELS. 
 
 SOCIETY" OF ANGELS. 
 
 THE present ministration of angels to Chris- 
 tian pilgrims establishes a relation of the deepest 
 interest. The particular ways and instances 
 of their special efforts, as our allies, we know 
 not. nor do we need to know. It is enough for 
 us to be assured that an immense host of these 
 efficient guardians are in attendance upon the 
 heirs of salvation. Dwelling as we do in this 
 tabernacle of flesh, burdened with infirmities, 
 assailed by temptations, what consolation it is 
 to know that there is sympathy for us, and co- 
 operation with us in the world of spirits ! Let 
 us never forget that, while we have to contend 
 not only with indwelling sin, and the dangerous 
 influences of surrounding scenes, but also to 
 wrestle with principalities, powers, the rulers 
 of the darkness of this world, spiritual wicked- 
 ness in high places, still, they that be with us 
 are more than they that be with them. If, as 
 to the young man with the prophet, a view 
 were granted us into the surrounding sphere of 
 spiritual being, or, if the vision of faith were 
 sufficiently clarified and enlarged, we too should
 
 SOCIETY OF ANGELS. 39 
 
 I 
 
 see the " mountains full of horses and chariots 
 of fire round about." Verily, the angel of the 
 Lord encampeth round about them that fear 
 Him, and delivereth them. 
 
 Nor are low and lowly Christians overlooked 
 by these ministering spirits. It has not been 
 merely to the noble and learned of earth that 
 they have made their most signal manifesta- 
 tions, but also to the outcast bondwoman, to 
 the houseless prophet, to ignorant shepherds, 
 and imprisoned fishermen. Gold, purple, er- 
 mine, and rags, and outward wretchedness, are 
 all one in their eyes. " Take heed," said Christ, 
 u that ye despise "not one of these little ones, 
 for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels 
 do always behold the face of my Father which 
 is in heaven." The most obscure of God's 
 people on earth share in the sympathy of angels 
 in yonder world of light, who stand in the pre- 
 sence of the King of kings. What ground of 
 humble exultation is here; and what pitiable 
 arrogance for any to despise them ! 
 
 " I have seen angels by the sick one's pillow ; 
 
 Theirs was the soft tone and the soundless tread ; 
 When smitten hearts were drooping like the willow, 
 
 They stood ' between the living and the dead.'
 
 40 SOCIETY OF ANGELS. 
 
 " There have been angels in the gloomy prison ; 
 
 In crowded halls ; by the lone widow's hearth ; 
 And when they passed, the fallen have uprisen, 
 
 The giddy paused the mourner's hope had birth." 
 
 " O, everlasting God ! who hast ordained and 
 constituted the services of angels and men in a 
 wonderful order ; grant that, as thy holy angels 
 always do thy service in heaven, so, by thy 
 appointment, they may succor and defend us 
 on earth. 
 
 At the hour of death their services are emi- 
 nently enjoyed. Dying seems ordinarily so 
 much like passing suddenly into the dark, like 
 plunging into an unfathomed sea, that the soul 
 shrinks, and longs for some hand to guide and 
 uphold it. The thought of going alone into 
 those untried scenes not unfrequently occasions 
 trembling. But it does not go alone. Angels 
 are, as Tertullian calls them, Evacatores ani ma- 
 rum. 
 
 " Hark, they whisper angels say, 
 Sister spirit, come away." 
 
 They who have ministered unseen, now be- 
 come visible guards. The departing soul is
 
 SOCIETY OF ANGELS. 41 
 
 borne to its everlasting rest by the chariot of 
 Israel and the horsemen thereof. " It came to 
 pass that the beggar died, and was carried by 
 angels into Abraham's bosom." Yes, Lazarus, 
 without fortune, without friends, without home, 
 without clothing, without food, exposed in the 
 open air, and covered with sores, Lazarus, 
 whom a moment before the meanest servant 
 of the rich man held in contempt, blessing his 
 stars that he was not so forlorn and wretched ; 
 he, whom a moment before, none but dogs cared 
 for, is now carried by angels into Abraham's 
 bosom. A vast convoy of mighty, holy shining 
 ones bear that despised beggar's soul' high up 
 in the Paradise of God. 
 
 What, then, if, in the closing scene t you feel 
 as solitary and friendless as he who was laid 
 at the gate of Dives? Think of the waiting 
 crowd, into whose friendly presence and kind 
 ministrations death will introduce you. Gently 
 will they bear you in their arms to your Father's 
 house. Familiarize yourself with this animat- 
 ing thought. In the midst of deep contempla- 
 tion on his death-bed, Richard Hooker remark- 
 ed : "I am meditating the number and nature 
 of angels, and their blessed obedience and or-
 
 42 SOCIETY OF ANGELS. 
 
 der, without which peace could not be in heaven , 
 and. Oh that it might be so on earth ! " " Now, 
 angels," said an early pastor of New England, 
 when dying, " now, angels, do your office ! " 
 while Dr. Bateman exclaimed : " What glory ! 
 the angels are waiting for me ! Lord Jesus, 
 receive my spirit ! Farewell ! " 
 
 When, reader, your face shall be toward 
 Padan-Aram, and you light upon a certain 
 place to tarry there all night, and, with the 
 stones thereof for your pillow, you lie down in 
 that place to sleep, may you behold the angels 
 of God ascending and descending between 
 heaven and earth! YOU will find it mine other 
 but the house of God; it will be the gate of 
 heaven.
 
 THE ANGEL'S MISSION. 43 
 
 THE ANGEL'S MISSION. 
 
 ONCE on a time, from scenes of light 
 An angel winged his airy flight : 
 Down to this earth in haste he carne, 
 And wrote in lines of living flame 
 These words, on every thing he met : 
 " Cheer up ; be not discouraged yet." 
 
 Then back to heaven with speed he flew, 
 Attuned his goldeu harp anew, 
 Whilst the angelic throng came round 
 To catch the soul-inspiring sound ; 
 And heaven was filled with new delight, 
 For Hope had been to earth that night. 
 
 THE VEILED ANGEL. 
 
 WHEN our first parents were from Eden driven, 
 Through life-long years to bear a weary load ; 
 
 Urging their slow, tired footsteps on to heaven, 
 An angel journeyed with them on the road. 
 
 The glory of his face was veiled and hidden ; 
 
 Thus its sweet radiance they failed to scan. 
 Sin, by his voice, was ever, ever chidden : 
 
 He seemed the foe, and not the friend of man.
 
 44 THE VEILED ANGEL. 
 
 Whene'er they paused to gather deadly flowers, 
 Or pluck forbidden fruit from baneful boughs, 
 
 Or trifle with the solemn-footed hours, 
 
 God's angel bent on them his awful brows. 
 
 If from the narrow path, in pleasing wonder, 
 They roamed for idols 'mid the works of God : 
 
 He called upon them, in a voice of thunder, 
 And scourged them back with an avenging rod. 
 
 But if tow'rd heaven their eager footsteps hurried, 
 And each obedient, walked as God's dear child, 
 
 They felt not half the weary weight they carried ; 
 The angel softly sp%ke, and sweetly smil'd, 
 
 " On to the Night of Death ; on to Life's Morn- 
 ing." 
 
 This weeping pair were by the angel driven, 
 With many a pensive smile, and solemn warning, 
 
 Until he left them at the gates of heaven. 
 
 Then when they never more his aid need borrow ; 
 
 Then he unveiled at last his radiant face : 
 He is the friend of Man his name is Sorrow 
 
 He walks with us and all the human race.
 
 AN ANGEL TEACHING PATIENCE. 45 
 
 AN ANGEL TEACHING PATIENCE. 
 
 BESIDE the toilsome way, 
 Lowly and sad, by fruits and flowers unblest, 
 Which my lone feet tread sadly, day by day, 
 
 Longing in vain for rest, 
 
 An angel softly walks, 
 
 With pale, sweet face, and eyes cast meekly down, 
 The while from withered leaves and flowerless stalks, 
 
 She weaves my fitting crown. 
 
 A sweet and patient grace, 
 A look of firm endurance true and tried, 
 Of suffering meekly borne, rests on her face 
 
 So pure, so glorified. 
 
 And when my fainting heart 
 Desponds, and murmurs at its adverse fate, 
 Then quietly the angel's bright lips part, 
 
 Murmuring softly, " Wait ! " 
 
 " Patience ! " she meekly saith : 
 " Thy Father's mercies never come too late ; 
 Gird thee with patient strength and trusting faith, 
 
 And firm endurance wait ! "
 
 46 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 LOSS OF NEAK AND DEAK FRIENDS. 
 
 WHILE travelling through the scenes of time, 
 afflictions are the means which our Father in 
 Heaven uses to recover us from the influence of 
 sin, to promote our usefulness here and our hap- 
 piness hereafter. It is not enough to know that 
 our suffering is just, but that it is designed for our 
 good ; it is not enough to say, " this is my grief, 
 and I mnst bear it ; but it is the Lord, my friend 
 and my Father. Let Him do what seemeth good 
 in his sight." But it is evident, that a hearty ac- 
 quiescence in the divine will, under affliction, 
 cannot arise, but from a knowledge of the Di- 
 vine character. The child must not only feel 
 that the Father has a right to chastise him, but 
 that his chastisement is the result of paternal 
 affection and love. We may be dumb, and 
 not open our mouth, but in order to render a 
 cheerful and grateful submission, we must see 
 the righteousness, the wisdom, and, above all, 
 the kindness, of his dispensations towards us. 
 Should we call that goodness in a parent, or 
 the evidence of fatherly care, which would suf- 
 fer him to let his child go unchastised, when
 
 LOSS OP NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 47 
 
 rebellious and disobedient ? No it should 
 rather be termed cruelty. Neither will the 
 goodness of our Heavenly Father fail to chastise 
 and correct his disobedient children. Eternal love 
 decrees, that if his children " forsake his law, and 
 walk not in his judgments ; if they break his 
 statutes, and keep not his commandments, he 
 will visit their transgressions with the rod, and 
 their iniquities with stripes." Yet the voice of 
 the rod which we are commanded to hear, is, 
 " How shall 1 give thee up, Ephraim ? How 
 shall I make thee as Admah ? How shall I set 
 thee as Zeboim ? My heart is turned within 
 me ; my repentings are kindled together." 
 
 Who can tell to what extremities we might 
 have gone, if we had not been corrected ? 
 Says David, " Before I was* afflicted, I went 
 astray; but now have I learned to keep thy 
 precepts." Who can tell the evils we have 
 avoided by the timely infliction of the rod ? 
 We were growing earthly-minded. God sent an 
 east wind, and blasted the fruits of our field. 
 He dried up the gourd of our pleasures at its 
 root. He saw us placing our affections inordi- 
 nately upon a lovely child, upon a husband or 
 wife: He commissioned the messenger of
 
 48 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 death to remove that idol. His faithfulness 
 prompted him to remove from us that which 
 he foresaw would prove our ruin. He called 
 us back to himself, that we might find our all 
 in Him. Afflictions acted as a curb, and pre- 
 vented us from plunging into the pit of wo. 
 
 Afflictions serve as a test of the Christian 
 graces. " When he hath tried me, I shall come 
 forth as gold." It is the windy tempest that 
 tries the strength of the vessel. The pelting 
 rain proves the soundness of the roof. 
 
 " Trials make the promise sweet, 
 
 Trials give new life to prayer ; 
 Trials bring me to his feet, 
 
 Lay me low and keep me there." 
 
 Satan once said, " Doth Job fear God for 
 nought ? Hast thou not made a hedge about 
 him, and about all that he hath, on every side ; 
 but put forth thy hand, and touch all that he 
 hath, and he will curse thee to thy face." Look 
 at the trial : bereft of all, he cries, " The Lord 
 gave, and the Lord hath taken away, and bless- 
 ed be the name of the Lord." The piety of 
 Job was equal to that trial. But see him dis- 
 eased from the soles of his feet to the crown of
 
 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 49 
 
 his head. Ah ! do you hear the long and 
 tedious complaints that break from his lips ? 
 The voice of God, out of the whirlwind, re- 
 stores him to his right mind, and grace takes a 
 deeper root in h.is soul than ever. 
 
 When we 'are surrounded with friends, 
 wealth, and influence, we may not easily de- 
 cide whether we are making the Eternal God 
 our refuge and support; but let them be re- 
 moved, and the trial is made. If they were to 
 us instead of God, we shall at once droop and 
 languish ; and we shall be ready to say, with 
 one of old, " Ye have taken away my gods, 
 and what have I left ? " 
 
 Afflictions are designed to promote our hap- 
 piness hereafter. " They yield the peaceable 
 fruits of righteousness to those that are exer- 
 cised thereby." They are like the physician's 
 prescription bitter indeed to the taste, but 
 healthful to the system. " They work for , us 
 a far more exceeding and eternal weight of 
 glory." 
 
 " They are not worthy indeed to be com- 
 pared with it." Who are they that stand be- 
 fore the throne ? They that have come up out 
 of great tribulation, and have washed their 
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 50 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 robes and made them white in the blood of the 
 Lamb. We may not be able to see their in- 
 fluence in promoting our eternal interests ; but, 
 by and by, when the cloud shall break away, 
 we shall see clearly their design and tendency. 
 In these seasons of sorrow and bereavement, 
 we need a clear, firm, elastic, available faith in 
 immortality, in the eternity of our affections, 
 and in the deathless union of those whom 
 death has parted. 
 
 " The heart that God breaks with affliction's stroke, 
 
 Oft, like the flower when stricken by the storm, 
 
 Rises from earth more steadfastly to turn 
 
 Itself to Heaven, whither as a guide, 
 
 Kindly though stern, Affliction still is leading, 
 
 Even to the home of endless joy and peace. 
 
 There on the borders of that better land, 
 Shall pain's sharp ministry forever cease. 
 Then shall we bless thee, safely landed there, 
 And know above how good thy teachings were ; 
 Then feel thy keenest strokes to us in love were given, 
 That hearts most crushed on earth, shall most rejoice 
 i in heaven." 
 
 " Christian, you have no occasion to fear
 
 LOSS OF XEAR AND DEAR FRIEXDS. 51 
 
 entering upon any path which God opens to 
 you. What though that path be dark, and we 
 know not where it will end ? Is it not enough 
 that he who opens it has said: ' Fear not, for I 
 am with thee'? What though afflictions, re- 
 peated and overwhelming, lie along that path? 
 Is it not the path marked out for us by the 
 wisdom that cannot err? Is it not in this very 
 way that the God of all grace designs to make 
 us partakers of his holiness ? Breaking our 
 earthly arm, that we may lean upon himself; 
 drying up our failing streams, that'' he may 
 bring us to the living fountain ; and cutting off 
 our expected delights, that he may make us 
 serene and joyful in himself without them." 
 " Oh, ye afflicted, tossed with tempest and not 
 comforted, behold and consider that soon your 
 stones shall be laid with fair colors, and your 
 foundations with sapphires." " Your windows 
 shall be of Agates, and your gates of Carbun- 
 cles." It is but an handbreath, humble child 
 of sorrow, and you shall be dismissed, refined 
 and purified, by those afflictions, and made 
 meet for glory. 
 
 Even now the dawn of the upper world beams 
 through the clouds that darken your horizon,
 
 52 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 and soon those clouds shall all be dispelled ; 
 and under the full beams of the Sun of Right- 
 eousness shining upon you eternally, you shall 
 sing, " In thy presence is fulness of joy, and at 
 thy right hand are pleasures for evermore." 
 
 And what though your pathway into this fe- 
 licity bring you to the river of death, and there 
 is no turning to the right hand, or the left ; and 
 there leaving kindred and friends behind, you 
 must conflict alone with the cold waves ? Have 
 you not seen others fearful as you, when they 
 have come to the cold flood, borne peacefully 
 through? Have you not seen their fears dis- 
 pelled, the billows parted before them, and the 
 way opened for them to go through dry-shod ? 
 
 And is he who has done this for them, less 
 sufficient for you ? " Fear not," is his word to 
 every faithful follower. " I am the first and 
 the lasL I am he that liveth and was dead ; 
 and behold I am alive for evermore. Amen 
 and have the keys of death and of hell." And 
 will you not commit yourself to Him in whose 
 heart is such love, in whose hands is such power? 
 
 " Death is a theme of mighty import, and 
 every variety of eloquence has been exhausted 
 on the magnitude of its desolations. There is
 
 LOSS OP NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 53 
 
 not a place where human beings congregate to- 
 gether, that does not, in the fleeting history of 
 its inmates, give the lesson of their mortality. 
 Is it a house ? Death enters unceremoniously 
 there, and with rude hand tears asunder the 
 dearest of our sympathies. Is it a town ? 
 Every year Death breaks up its families, and 
 the society of our early days is fast melting 
 away. Is it a church ? The aspect of the 
 congregation is changing perpetually ; and in a 
 little time, another people will enter these walls, 
 and another minister will speak to them. Our 
 fathers, who moved their little hour on this 
 very theatre, were as active and noisy as we' 
 the loud laugh of festivity was heard in their 
 dwellings, and in the busy occupations of their 
 callings, but* where are they now ? They 
 are where we shall soon follow them ; they have 
 gone to sleep but it is the sleep of dtath. 
 
 " Death carries to our observation all the im- 
 mutability of a general law. We cannot re- 
 verse the process of nature, nor bid her mighty 
 elements to retire. But is there no higher au- 
 thority no power that can grapple with this 
 mighty conqueror, and break his tyranny ? Yes. 
 True, we never saw that Being; but the records
 
 54 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 of }ast ages inform us of the extraordinary visi- 
 tor who lighted on these realms, where Death 
 had reigned so long in all the triumphs of ex- 
 tended empire. Wonderful enterprise ! He 
 came to destroy Death! Vast undertaking! 
 At the coming of that mighty Saviour, the 
 heavens broke silence music was heard from 
 their canopy, and it came from a congregation 
 of living voices, which sung the praises of God, 
 and made them fall in articulate language on 
 human ears. The disciples gave up all for lost, 
 when they saw the champion of their hopes 
 made the victim of the very mortality which he 
 promised to destroy. He entered 
 
 ' That undiscovered country, from whose bourne 
 No traveller e'er returns." 
 
 " But he did. He broke asunder the mighty 
 barriers of the grave ; he entered, and he reani- 
 mated that body which expired on the cross, 
 and, by the most striking of all testimonies, he 
 has given us to know that he hath fought against 
 the law of Death, and hath carried it. He has 
 not abolished temporal death ; it still reigns 
 with unmitigated violence, and swe'eps off each 
 successive generation. Death still lays us in
 
 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 55 
 
 the grave, but it cannot chain us there to ever- 
 lasting forgetfulness : it puts its cold hand upon 
 every one of us ; but a power higher than death 
 will lift it off, and reanimate those forms. The 
 burying-ground has been called the land of 
 silence the Sabbath bell is no longer heard 
 by its slumbering inhabitants ; yet shall the 
 sound of the last trumpet enter the loneliness 
 of their dwelling, and be heard through death's 
 remotest caverns ; and this mortal, these mould- 
 ering bones, these skeletons, and fragments of 
 humanity, shall put on glorious immortality." 
 ' Have you been called, in the inscrutable pro- 
 vidence of God, to part with near and dear 
 friends? And have they left behind an evi- 
 dence that they loved the Lord Jesus Christ ? 
 Consider, for a moment, the happy change which 
 they have experienced, and you will realize their 
 gain. Here, they may never have been clothed 
 with the honors of office; but there they are 
 kings and priests unto God . and the Lamb. 
 Here, they may have possessed uncertain and 
 unsatisfying riches ; but there they have an in- 
 heritance incorruptible, undefiled and unfading. 
 Here below they were strangers and pilgrims, 
 having no continuing city ; but now they have
 
 56 LOSS Or NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 gone home to that glorious city which God 
 hath prepared for them ; they are fellow-citizens 
 with the saints in the heavenly Zion. Here, 
 they dwelt in a frail, miserable tenement of 
 clay ; but now they have " a building of God, a 
 house not made with hands, eternal in the 
 heavens." Here, their vision of divine things 
 was limited and obscure; but now they see 
 God face to face ; they see Jesus as he is, and 
 behold with wonder and adoration the triumphs 
 of his cross the glories of his crown. How 
 clear is their vision now. How extensive their 
 prospect of eternal things. Here they were dis- 
 quieted with doubts and fears respecting the 
 final trial of their faith ; but these have passed 
 away like the momentary, causeless anxieties 
 and imaginary dangers of a dream. They have 
 awakened in eternity and are safe. They had 
 their trials, but these are ended ; they had their 
 pains, and fears, and tears ; their days of lan- 
 guishing, and hour of dying. But all this is 
 over ; " the former things are passed away." 
 They had many dangers, but escaped ; tempta- 
 tions, but they vanquished them ; conflicts, but 
 the warfare is ended, and the victory sure. -^- 
 They were weak, but received strength suffi-
 
 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 57 
 
 cient to reach heaven. Their Father ehastened 
 them, but their last chastising is over. Their 
 Saviour led them through trying scenes, but 
 the last is ended. The work of faith and labor 
 of love are finished. The patience of hope has 
 endured to the end, and is no longer needed. 
 Satan tried all his arts to undo them, and was 
 baffled. The world employed all its snares, 
 yet all are escaped. Sin made all its assaults, 
 yet all are overcome. 
 
 Blessed was the day when they were brought 
 to the Saviour's fe'et, more blessed that, when 
 they landed in the skies, and began to sing, 
 " Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but to thy 
 name be the glory." 
 
 And shall we meet and recognize these dear 
 departed friends, amid the glories of the upper 
 temple ? When the weeping parent asks, in 
 agony, where is my child ? nature and philo- 
 sophy only echo back the question with a more 
 despairing emphasis. Revelation replies, " It 
 is well with the child." Then why may not 
 parents and children, brothers and sisters, re- 
 deemed through a Saviour's blood, unite once 
 more in the social circle, and send up their an- 
 thems of praise, for being brought together to
 
 58 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 that state of glory ? " Love never faileth," not 
 even when faith is lost in sight, and hope in 
 fruition. In Heaven, the love of God, and the 
 love of our neighbor, will be our highest duty, 
 our highest privilege, our highest joy. And so it 
 will be in reference to those endearments which 
 now constitute the chief charm of life ; they will 
 be purified, strengthened and perpetuated. From 
 the who e theme, it appears abundantly evident 
 that the Bible permits us to hope that we shall 
 know our friends in Heaven; that all those 
 " who shall be accounted worthy to obtain that 
 world, and the resurrection f from the dead," 
 will be reunited to, and associated with, those 
 whom they knew and loved in this life, and 
 thus contribute to each other's delight in that 
 land of perpetual blessedness and unfading joy. 
 If it be such a pleasure to take sweet coun- 
 sel together here, and to " walk to the house of 
 God in company," what must it be to join the 
 same society of pious friends in the temple 
 above ? In the language of another, * " I can 
 hold no sympathy with that stern, gloomy 
 mood of theological teaching which tells us 
 
 * Peabody.
 
 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 59 
 
 that our affection for our kindred and friqnds 
 . ought to be here, and will be in heaven com- 
 pletely merged in our love , for God and for 
 man in general. Such is not the lesson which 
 we might learn from our own growth in piety. 
 Our domestic affections increase in intensity 
 and purity with the growth of our love to God. 
 No families are so closely and tenderly united 
 by mutual affection r as those where the spirit 
 of heaven is shed abroad in every heart. A 
 home where perfect love reigns, is a laboratory 
 of those kind and devout affections which go 
 up to God, and range round the universe. Nor 
 can we forget that he who dwelt in the bosom 
 of the Father, and shed his reconciling blood 
 for the whole family of man, was a son, a 
 brother, and a friend that he wept at the 
 grave of Lazarus that he had a favorite dis- 
 ciple that his dying eyes sought out his 
 mother. The soul has, indeed, an indefinite 
 capacity of loving; but it has not an infinite 
 range of knowledge or power of acquaintance. 
 In heaven, we shall, no doubt, love every child 
 of God ; but we cannot know all alike, or be 
 equally intimate vwith all." And if we are to 
 associate at all^with redeemed spirits, as we
 
 60 LOSS OF NEAR AND DEAR FRIENDS. 
 
 know we shall, if there is to be in heaven the 
 most perfect communion of saints, as we are 
 equally assured, then is it not reasonable that 
 this association, this communion, will be first 
 with those whom we knew and loved on earth, 
 to whom our hearts were closely linked ; who 
 with the same opportunities and means of 
 grace as ourselves, have been disciplined in the 
 same school, and, if I may use the expression, 
 had their spiritual affections and virtues cast in 
 the same mould ? From the very finiteness of 
 our natures, we must have our peculiar associ- 
 ates and friends ; and who so likely to stand 
 in that relation as those who were nurtured at 
 the same family altar ? This community of joys 
 and sorrows in their previous state of probation, 
 would naturally attract them together in heav- 
 en, and bind together as kindred spirits. And 
 we can easily conceive how much such an 
 union would tend ':o enhance their bliss.
 
 WHO HATH NOT LOST A FRIEND ? 61 
 
 WHO HATH NOT LOST A FRIEND? 
 
 FRIEND after friend departs ; 
 
 Who hath not lost a friend ? 
 There is no union here of hearts 
 
 That finds not here an end : 
 Were this frail world our only rest, 
 Living or dying, none were blest. 
 
 Beyond the flight of time, 
 
 Beyond this vale of death, 
 There surely is some blessed clime, 
 
 Where life is not a breath ; 
 Nor life's affections transient fire, 
 Whose sparks fly upward to expire. 
 
 There is a world above, 
 
 Where parting is unknown, 
 A whole eternity of love, 
 
 Formed for the good alone ; 
 And faith beholds the dying here 
 Translated to that happier sphere. 
 
 Thus star by star declines, 
 
 Till all are passed away, 
 As morning high and higher shines 
 
 To pure and perfect day : 
 Nor sink those stars in empty night ; 
 They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
 
 62 DEPARTED FRIENDS. 
 
 DEPARTED FRIENDS. 
 
 THREE years have passed, since first I left 
 
 My cottage home, to roain 
 'Mid strangers cold, and try, in vain, 
 
 To find me friends and home. 
 
 I had a father once, whose step 
 
 Sent gladness to my heart ; 
 But scarce ten years I loved him well, 
 
 Ere we were called to part. 
 
 My mother, then, an angel pure, 
 
 "Was left to guide me on ; 
 But, fading slowly, year by year, 
 
 She soon, alas ! was gone. 
 
 A little sister still remained, 
 
 A fairy creature, too ; 
 But soon my EVA passed away ; 
 
 They're att in heaven now.
 
 TO ONE DEPARTED. 63 
 
 TO ONE DEPARTED. 
 
 ART thou not near me, with thine earnest eyes, 
 That weep forth sympathy ! thy holy brow, 
 
 Whereon such sweet imaginings do rise : 
 Art thou not near me, when I call thee now, 
 Maid of my childhood's vow I 
 
 Even like an angel, smiling 'mid the storm, 
 "Wert thou amid the darkness of my woes 
 
 Thy pure thoughts clustering around thy form, 
 Like seraph-garments, whiter than the snows, 
 
 Which the wild sea upthrows. 
 
 . -' 
 
 Now I behold thee, with thy sorrowing smile, 
 And thy deep soul uplooking from thy face, 
 
 While sweetly crossed upon thy breast the* while, 
 Thy white hands do thy holy heart embrace, 
 In its calm dwelling-place !
 
 64 I HAVE A HOME, 
 
 I HAVE A HOME. 
 
 I HAVE a home, a glorious home, 
 
 Far, far above the skies ; 
 Where tears of sorrow, grief, despair, 
 
 Can never dim mine eyes. 
 
 There Christ our blessed Saviour dwells, 
 And God our Father reigns ; 
 
 Before them saints and angels bow, 
 And praise their holy names. 
 
 I may be tossed by raging waves, 
 
 On Fortune's stormy sea ; 
 My heart may bleed from sorrow's dart, 
 
 And friends forever be. 
 
 Yet will I upward lift mine eyes, 
 To that bright home on high ; 
 
 Where flowers of joy forever bloom, 
 Perennial in the sky. p t 
 
 The earth will soon dissolve like snow, 
 The sun will cetse to shine ; 
 
 But O, that glorious home above, 
 Will be forever mine.
 
 THE SPIRIT ENTERING BLISS. 65 
 
 THE SPIRIT ENTERING BUSS 
 
 WHEN Nature's fire shall cease to burn 
 Within this mortal, mouldering urn ; 
 My soul will triumph o'er decay, 
 O'er changing worlds that pass away, 
 And seek a clime from sorrows free, 
 On wings of immortality. 
 
 What pleasaat sound is this I hear ? 
 Behold ! behold ! the angels near, 
 On snowy wings they hover nigh 
 While earthly scenes are passing by, 
 And from their harps sweet thrilling strains 
 Ee-echo o'er the heavenly plains. 
 
 On my glad wings I swept along, 
 Amid this bright angelic throng, 
 Whose rapturous songs of joy and praise, 
 Of triumph o'er death, hell, and the grave, 
 Fill'd my^ freed soul with bliss supreme, 
 Exceeding mortal's brightest dream ; 
 Yet sweeter raptures fill me now, 
 While at the throne of God I bow.
 
 66 NO NIGHT THERE. 
 
 NO NIGHT THEKE. 
 
 " No night is there ! " The sun of love is beaming 
 
 Upon the happy denizens of heaven ; 
 Its pure effulgence from God's presence streaming, 
 
 Shines ever on the hosts of the forgiven. 
 
 No night is there ! " for cloudy disputation 
 
 Is left behind upon the sinful earth ; 
 With notes of cheerful praise and adoration, 
 
 All voices blend to hymn the Saviour's worth. 
 
 " No night is there ! " for want and pain are ended ; 
 
 Sin and temptation they shall know no more ; 
 And unbelief, with all that God offended, 
 
 Departed as they left the mortal shore. 
 
 No night is there ! " for eye to eye each seeth, 
 There no harsh judgments, no distrust intrude ; 
 
 Before love's light all misconception fleeth, 
 And each esteems the other as he should. 
 
 " No night is there ! " for none shall know the anguish 
 
 Of separation or estrangement keen ; 
 Under the Lord's chastisement none shall languish, 
 
 For there his glorious face unveiled is seen. 
 
 O, then, while here in darkness and in sorrow, 
 We wait with trembling hope the summons home ; 
 
 A ray from heaven to light our path we'll borrow, 
 Nor e'er beyond its hallowed influence roam.
 
 LIVE FOB SOMETHING. 67 
 
 LIVE FOR SOMETHINQ. 
 
 LIVE for something ; be not idle 
 
 Look about thee for employ ; 
 Sit not down to useless dreaming, 
 
 Labor, and the sweets enjoy. 
 Folded hands are ever weary, 
 
 Selfish hearts are never gay ; 
 Life for thee hath many duties, 
 
 Active be then while you may. 
 
 Scatter blessings in thy pathway ; 
 
 Gentle words and cheering smiles 
 Better are than gold and silver, 
 
 With their grief-dispelling wiles. 
 As the pleasant sunshine falleth 
 
 Ever on the grateful earth, 
 So let sympathy and kindness 
 
 Gladden well the darkened hearth. 
 
 Hearts there are oppressed and weary ; 
 
 Drop the tear of sympathy, 
 Whisper words of hope and comfort, 
 
 Give, and thy reward shall be 
 Joy unto thy soul returning 
 
 From this perfect fountain head. 
 Freely as thou freely givest, 
 
 Shall the grateful light be shed.
 
 68 WHAT I LITE FOR. 
 
 WHAT I LIVE FOR. 
 
 I LIVE for those who love me, 
 
 Whose hearts are kind and true ; 
 For the Heaven that smiles above me, 
 
 And awaits my spirit too ; 
 For human ties that bind me, 
 For the task by God assigned me, 
 For the bright hopes left behind me, 
 And the good that I can do. 
 
 I live to learn their story 
 Who suffered for my sake ; 
 
 To emulate their glory, 
 
 And to follow in their wake ; 
 
 Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages, 
 
 The noble of all ages, 
 
 Whose deeds crowd History's pages, 
 And Time's great volume make. 
 
 I live to hold communion 
 
 With all that is divine ; 
 To feel there is a union 
 
 'Twixt Nature's heart and mine ; 
 To profit by affliction, 
 Eeap truths from fields of fiction, 
 Grow wiser from conviction, 
 
 And fulfil each grand design.
 
 WHAT I LIVE FOK. 69 
 
 I live to hail that season, 
 
 By gifted minds foretold, 
 "When men shall rule by reason, 
 
 And not alone by gold ; 
 When man to man united, 
 And every wrong thing righted, 
 The whole world shall be lighted 
 
 As Eden was of old. 
 
 I live for those who love me ; 
 
 For those who know me true ; 
 For the heaven that smiles above me, 
 
 And awaits my spirit too : 
 For the cause that lacks assistance ; 
 For the wrong that needs resistance ; 
 For the future in the distance, 
 
 And the good that I can do.
 
 70 INQUIRY AND REPLY. 
 
 INQUIRY AND EEPLY. 
 
 " Who are these in bright array 1 " 
 
 WHO are these in robes of lightness 
 
 Roaming through the immortal bowers, 
 . With the pure and sparkling brightness 
 
 Of the sunshine over flowers. 
 See the fragrant snow-white roses, 
 
 On their pearly brows entwined, 
 While each joy a glance discloses 
 
 Richer than on earth we find ! 
 
 These were onfce with us dejected, 
 Wandering far from God and love ; 
 
 Foes to truth, they truth rejected, 
 Careless of the light above ! 
 
 See how joyously adoring, 
 
 Now they sound their harps of song ! 
 Bow in matchless grace before him, 
 
 Lowliest of the admiring throng. 
 'Neath the throne's intensest splendor 
 
 Why no fault do they disclose ? 
 Warm in love, serene and tender, 
 
 Pure in truth as falling snows.
 
 PASSING AWAY. 71 
 
 Once they sighed in deepest sorrow, 
 
 Burdened by the weight of sin ; 
 Not a comfort could they borrow 
 
 From the midnight gloom within. 
 THIS the secret of their favor ; 
 
 When amid their hopeless woe, 
 Whispers of a pitying Saviour 
 
 Bade their tear-drops cease to flow ; 
 Instant with a child's confiding 
 
 In His hand their own they laid, 
 Trusting to his faithful guiding, 
 
 Through the sunlight or the shade. 
 Whom He leads, He leads to glory ! 
 
 Whom he calls with joy reply. 
 Mourner, look ! the way's before thee, 
 
 Fix on Him thy earnest eye ! 
 
 PASSING AWAY. 
 
 It is written on the rose, 
 In its glory's full array 
 Read what those buds disclose 
 
 " Passing away." 
 
 It is written on the skies 
 Of the soft blue summer day ; 
 It is traced in sunsef s dyes 
 
 " Passing away."
 
 72 PASSING AWAY. 
 
 It is written on the trees, 
 
 As their young leaves glistening play, 
 
 And on brighter things than these 
 
 "Passing away." 
 
 It is written on the brow 
 Where the spirit's ardent ray 
 Lives, burns, and triumphs now 
 
 " Passing away." 
 
 ' 
 
 It is written on the heart 
 
 Alas ! that there decay 
 
 Should claim from love a part 
 
 " Passing away." 
 
 Friends, friends ! O, shall we meet 
 
 In a land of purer day, 
 
 Where lovely things, and sweet, 
 
 Pass not away ? 
 
 Shall we know each other's eyes, 
 And the thoughts that in them lay, 
 When the mjngled sympathies 
 
 " Passing away ? " 
 
 O, if this may be so, 
 
 Speed, speed, thou closing day ! 
 
 How blest, from earth's vain show 
 
 To pass away 1
 
 THE MOTHEK b LEGACY. 73 
 
 THE MOTHER'S LEGACY. 
 
 Who wiH take care of thee, my child ? 
 
 The dying mother said ; 
 Who'll care for thee, when I am laid 
 
 Upon my earthy bed? 
 Alas ! I leave thee to the world, 
 
 Thou little guileless one; 
 May some kind heart watch o'er thy life, 
 
 As I would fain have done. 
 
 Thine intellect, that slumbers yet 
 
 In childhood's narrow bound, 
 I give the world, to bless mankind, 
 
 And scatter wisdom round. 
 O, may the one, who guides thee through 
 
 The sunny vale of youth, 
 Impart a virtue, stern and pure, 
 
 A love of man and truth. 
 
 Thy soul, immortal as its God, 
 
 I leave in trust with those 
 Who, o'er the earth like angels spread, 
 
 Will mitigate thy woes ; 
 From them, of purity and grace 
 
 Thy soul receive its leaven, 
 Till, sped its way through earthly care, 
 
 It wings its flight to heaven.
 
 74 EARTH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 EAKTH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 OUR earth is very lovely, with her sunny skies of 
 
 blue, 
 
 Bright opening buds and blossoms blending each vary- 
 ing hue 
 Her twilight dews fast falling, and her ocean-murmurs 
 
 low, * 
 
 And her pale stars softly gleaming o'er eve's ethereal 
 
 brow; 
 Thou nearest the wild-bird's warble floating softly on 
 
 the breeze, 
 As they trill their gladsome carol through the dark 
 
 entangled trees. 
 Yes ; Earth is very lovely ; till her last bright sun 
 
 shall set, 
 The beauty of thy birth-land would I bid thee ne'er 
 
 forget. 
 
 But there's a land far lovelier, whose skies no dark- 
 ling know, 
 
 Whose fair, undying flowerets in fadeless beauty 
 glow, 
 
 Where the wavelets of life's river glide tranquilly 
 along, 
 
 Mingling their low-toned minstrelsy with the glad 
 angel-song ;
 
 WHERE IS THAT LAND? f5 
 
 There shall fall no touch of sorrow, no shadowy hours 
 will come, 
 
 Flinging their mournful darkling o'er the sunny light 
 of home. 
 
 If thou wouldst pass its portals when from this earth- 
 life riven, 
 
 Then, while Earth still thou lovest, thou shouldst re- 
 member heaven ! 
 
 
 WHERE IS THAT LAND? 
 
 WHERE is that land of mystery, 
 
 Where the spirit lives forever ; 
 Where sin and sorrow 'enter not 
 
 To dim the crystal river? 
 How does the spirit wing its way 
 
 To sister spirits there 
 When does it reach eternal day 
 
 And breathe in heavenly air? 
 
 And what composes those fair robes 
 That ever bright and new 
 
 Is there a crown upon the head 
 That sparkles brightly too ? 
 
 And is there nought but spirits there ! 
 
 Where joy forever reigns ; 
 Where spotless purity and love 
 
 Adorn the heavenly plains ?
 
 76 OUR LITTLE BROTHER. 
 
 OUK LITTLE BROTHER. 
 
 "WE loved the silky, golden hair, 
 That played upon his forehead fair ; 
 The angels loved him, for so rare 
 Were such pretty locks of hair. 
 
 We loved his brilliant, glistening eye, 
 So keen, so loving, yet so sly ; 
 The angels loved him too, for why 
 Should they resist his sparkling eye ? 
 
 We loved his laugh, so gayly ringing, 
 Joy to our loving bosoms bringing ; 
 The angels joined him in their singing, 
 So seraph-like his laugh was ringing. 
 
 We loved him. Picture of the mother 
 Was our sweet bud, our darling brother. 
 Bright seraphs bore him hence, another 
 Gem in thy coronet, dear mother. 
 
 We love him now. The sweetest flower 
 That ever saw a sunlight hour, 
 Has from our bright domestic bower 
 Been plucked, to be in heaven a flower. 
 
 The fragrance of that bud in heaven, 
 Forth reaching to our hearth-stone even, 
 Shall, if thy grace, O God, be given, 
 Win us from earthly flowers to heaven.
 
 TO MY MOTHEB. 77 
 
 TO MY MOTHER. 
 
 O, MOTHEK, dearest ; hast thou e'er 
 
 From Heavenly mansions leave to stray 
 
 A ministering spirit here 
 
 "With me, with me, dear mother, stay. 
 
 O'er me a holy influence shed, 
 
 Like that which beams in thy bright home ; 
 No thoughts of fear, or trembling dread, 
 
 Are linked with thy loved spirit come ! 
 
 Come to me in whatever form 
 The radiant host angelic wear, 
 
 Like lightnings flashing 'mid the storm 
 Or robed in summer clouds so fair. 
 
 Thine eye last looked in love on mine, 
 
 Even through the gathering haze of death ; - 
 
 And can a love so deep as thine, 
 
 E'er die with this life's fleeting b^ath? 
 
 I see thee not, yet feel thou'rt near, 
 
 For all things round me speak of thee ; 
 
 E'en as thy voice methinks I hear 
 In the night-winds' low iinstrelsy
 
 78 THE SOUL'S PASSING. 
 
 THE SOUL'S PASSING. 
 
 IT is ended ! all is over ! 
 
 Lo, the weeping mourners come, 
 Mother, father, friend and lover, 
 
 To the death incumbered room ; 
 Lips are pressed to the blessed, 
 
 Lips that erermore are dumb. 
 
 Take her faded hand in thine, 
 
 Hand that^io more answereth kindly ; 
 
 See the eyes were wont to shine, 
 Uttering love, now staring blindly ; 
 
 Tender-hearted speech departed, 
 Speech that echoed so divinely. 
 
 Runs no more the circling river, 
 Warming, brightening every part; 
 
 There it slumbereth cold forever, 
 No more merry leap and start ; 
 
 No more flushing cheeks to blushing, 
 In its silent home the heart !
 
 SPEAK GENTLY. 79 
 
 SPEAK GENTLY. 
 
 SPEAK gently 
 My name, when I rest with the dead ; 
 
 Tread lightly 
 The turf that lies over my head : 
 
 Plant flowers, 
 To bloom o'er the place where I sleep, 
 
 And willows, 
 Whose branches shall over me weep. 
 
 O, come there, 
 When spring's gentle breezes do play, 
 
 And sing there 
 Sing o'er me a low, mournful lay : 
 
 At evening, 
 When fragrance floats soft on the air, 
 
 Then kneel there, 
 And offer thy deep, fervent prayer. 
 
 Let me die 
 When the sun slowly sjnks to Mr rest ; 
 
 When his beams f 
 Brightly play round his home in the west : 
 
 As softly 
 As fades daylight's last trembling ray, 
 
 So gently 
 My spirit would then pass away.
 
 80 THE ANGEL'S WHISPER. 
 
 > 
 
 THE ANGEL'S WHISPER. 
 
 THERE was silence in Heaven. The song, 
 that had echoed in strains of such entrancing 
 sweetness around the throne of the Eternal, 
 was for a moment hushed. There was no 
 sound in Paradise, save when the golden lyre 
 of some glorified spirit thrilled faintly, and sent 
 forth a low, melodious note, as if unwilling to 
 cease its musical breathings. 
 
 The hosts of the better land myriads of 
 angels and archangels knelt humble around the 
 " Great I Am" with their pinions folded and 
 their heads bowed in reverence to Him at whose 
 command a holy stillness now reigned through- 
 out the spirit-world. 
 
 A vast, aye, and a glorious assemblage was 
 that ; yet one white-robed form, that was wont 
 to mingle injjie throng, was absent ; a divine 
 commission twd been given him, and now he 
 winged his way to the world below. Eagerly 
 the angel bands watched him as he sped far, 
 far on his earthward flight ; and when at length 
 he paused above a scene of wretchedness, and 
 a harp-note of celestial sweetness came faintly 
 to their ears, they cast their fadeless diadems 
 at the feet of the Infinite, and cried, " Hallelu-
 
 THE ANGEL'S WHISPEK. 81 
 
 jah to the Lamb who has saved us, and still 
 continueth to save." 
 
 To the sad and the sorrowing, to the guilty 
 and erring of earth, had God sent the messen- 
 ger of mercy ; and when the music of his song 
 floated to the realms above, he paused above a 
 low couch, on which reclined a dying boy. A 
 bright-haired lad he was, who had beheld the 
 storms and sunshine of only ten short years. 
 He had been gay and joyous, as childhood ever 
 is ; but now the light of his sunny eye had 
 grown dim, and his merry laugh went forth no 
 more on the summer air. There was a feverish 
 flush on his rounded cheek, and his full lips 
 were parched with the burning breath of dis- 
 ease. Beside him stood a pale, sad woman 
 his mother his widowed mother. There was 
 an expression of intense suffering on her face, 
 and the tears gushed to her ey^u when she 
 smoothed back the golden ringMl from his 
 brow ; nearer and nearer still drew the heaven- 
 sent messenger, and more intently gazed he 
 on the form, in which, like a pent-up -bird, the 
 soul was panting to be free. At length the 
 lad's eye brightened ; a rich crimson flushed his 
 cheek, and the small hand, clasped in the moth- 
 6
 
 82 THE ANGEL'S WHISPER. 
 
 er's, trembled convulsively, as thus he spoke : 
 " 1 see the seraph, mother ! let me O, let 
 me go ! " and the voice died away like the low 
 thrill of a lute-tone the eyelids dropped lov- 
 ingly over those calm, pure orbs the crimson 
 faded from the cheek the boy had heard the 
 angeP s whisper, and the mother sat alone with 
 the dead. 
 
 Hours went by; midnight brooded o'er the 
 earth, and the stars, like spirit's eyes, looked 
 down upon the widow's home. Beside her 
 boy the mother knelt, with her hands clinched 
 across her motionless breast, and her cheek 
 pressed to his, as if to warm it into life ; but no 
 mother's power could wake the dead. 
 
 Still clasped the mother to her boy ; but the 
 wild and unnatural light in her eye too plainly 
 told that grief was struggling, for the mastery 
 of reason.^jThe spirit came near softly he 
 struck one cnord of his celestial lyre, then min- 
 gled a low whisper with the thrilling strain. 
 Suddenly a smile came o'er the face of the wi- 
 dow ; she clasped the corpse of her son more 
 nervously a slight tremor convulsed her limbs 
 she had heard the angel's whisper instantly 
 her soul was with him over whom she had 
 mourned.
 
 ANGEL'S WHISPER. 83 
 
 ANGEL'S WHISPER. 
 
 WEEP not, mother, 
 
 For another 
 Tie that bound thyself to earth 
 
 Now is sundered, 
 
 And is numbered 
 "With those of a heavenly birth. 
 
 She hath left thee, 
 
 God bereft thee 
 Of thy dearest earthly friend ; 
 
 Yet thou'lt meet her, 
 
 Thou wilt greet her, 
 Where reunions have no end. 
 
 Her life's true sun 
 
 Its course did run * 
 From morn unto meridian day ; 
 
 And now at eve 
 
 It takes its leave, 
 Calmly passing hence away. 
 
 Watch the spirit 
 'Twill inherit 
 
 Bliss which mortal cannot tell ; 
 From another 
 World, my mother, 
 Angels whisper, " All is well."
 
 84 THREE ANGEL-SPIRITS. 
 
 'Way with sadness ! 
 There is gladness 
 In a gathered spirit-throng ; 
 She ascended, 
 Trials ended, 
 Joins their ranks and chants their song. 
 
 THREE ANGEL-SPIRITS. 
 
 THREE angel-spirits walk the earth, 
 
 Our guides where'er we go ; 
 And where their gentle footsteps lead, 
 
 There is no human woe : 
 They smile upon the cradled child 
 
 They bless the heart of youth 
 And age is mellowed by the touch 
 
 Of Friendship, Love, and Truth. 
 
 Three angel-spirits ; evermore 
 
 They guard our thorny way, 
 And those who follow where they lead 
 
 Can never go astray ; 
 For God has given them alike 
 
 To childhood and to youth, 
 And age is mellowed by the touch 
 
 Of Friendship, Love, and Truth.
 
 THE ANGEL REAPER. 
 
 THE ANGEL KEAPER. 
 
 THERE is a Reaper whose name is Death, 
 
 And, with his sickle keen, 
 He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, 
 
 And the flowers that grow between. 
 
 " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " said he, 
 " Have nought but the bearded grain ? 
 
 Though the breath of those flowers is sweet to me, 
 I will give them all back again." 
 
 He gazed on 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 has need of these flowrets gay," 
 
 The reaper said and smiled ; 
 " Dear tokens of the earth are they, 
 
 Where once He was a child. 
 
 " They shall all bloom in fields of light, 
 
 Transplanted by my care ; 
 And saints, upon their garments white, 
 
 These sacred blossoms wear."
 
 86 ANGEL AND THE STABS. 
 
 And the mother gave, in tears and pain, 
 The flowers she most did love ; 
 
 She knew she should find them all again 
 In the fields of light above. 
 
 Oh not in cruelty, not in wrath, 
 The reaper came that day 
 
 Twas an angel visited the green earth, 
 And took the flowers away. 
 
 ANGEL AND THE STAKS. 
 
 "A little girl, looking at the stars as they came twinkling 
 through the boughs of the trees, exclaimed 
 " ' See, there are the angels' fingers pointing to us.' " 
 
 " ' They are the angels' fingers 
 
 Pointing through the trees,' 
 They sparkle in the dew-drop, 
 
 They are mirror'd in the seas ; 
 They speak of yon bright heaven, 
 
 They tell a tale of love, 
 While silently they glisten 
 
 From the firmament above. 
 
 " They are always shining brightly, 
 Though often veiled from sight ; 
 
 And when the night lowers darkly, 
 They gild it with their light.
 
 ANGEL AND THE STARS. 87 
 
 * They are the angels' fingers 
 
 Pointing through the trees ;' 
 
 They sparkle in the dew-drop, 
 
 They're mirror'd in the seas. 
 
 " And they shall beam as brightly, 
 
 One hundred years from now, 
 And point with radiant fingers 
 
 Through each dark green-wood bough. 
 
 * They are the angels' fingers 
 
 Pointing through the trees ;' 
 
 They sparkle in the dew-drop, 
 
 They're mirror'd in the seas. 
 
 " And when those silent watches, 
 
 Far in the peaceful sky, 
 Shall beam on us no longer 
 
 From off their throne on high ; 
 Then shall they shine as brightly, 
 
 When we have passed away, 
 On those who'll think as lightly 
 
 As we who live to-day."
 
 88 THE ANGEL AND THE BRIDE. 
 
 THE ANGEL AND THE BRIDE. 
 
 THE Angel who watcheth over those who 
 are about to unite their hearts and hands in the 
 fear of God, hovered near one who was soon 
 to become a bride. 
 
 She sat alone in her chamber, and mused, 
 and he was beside her, but she knew it not. 
 He looked into her guileless eyes, and saw as 
 through a clear glass, the movement of her 
 thoughts, and heard their unspoken question. 
 
 " Wherewith shall I adorn myself when I 
 stand forth in the solemn rite, that I may 
 please him in whom my soul'delighteth, and 
 them also, who come thither to do us honor ? " 
 
 Then the Angel smiled, and read in a Holy 
 Book that lay open by her side, " Can a maid 
 forget 'her ornaments, or a bride her attire?" 
 And he whispered so softly, that it seemed as 
 the zephyr among the flowers at her window. 
 
 " O Bride ! be not studious to deck thyself 
 in costly array. Trouble not thine heart about 
 the silks of the merchant, or the gems of the 
 lapidary, or the fashions of the tire-woman, or 
 the pride of gorgeous apparel.
 
 THE ANGfcL AND THE BRIDE. 89 
 
 If these are fitting for thee, display them at 
 other times, but not at this lime. For it is a 
 sacred festival, and around the pure bride, there 
 is ever a mantle of dignity, that needs not tin- 
 sel or trappings, but is debased thereby. 
 
 The highest guest at the marriage-rite, is the 
 Being that ordained it. Look then first unto 
 Him, and see that thou wear the garment of 
 humility. 
 
 The Angels also will be there. Therefore 
 wrap thyself in purity, that they may give thee 
 the smile that hath no self in it. For that is 
 their badge, and thou art but a little lower 
 than they. 
 
 And in the sight of him who shall stand 
 nearest thy side at the bridal, and of them who 
 love thee, and are gathered around, modesty 
 and simplicity are the true ornaments. " The 
 topaz of Ethiopia cannot equal them, neither 
 shall they be exchanged for jewels of fine 
 gold." 
 
 Then the gentle one, who deemed that she 
 had been listening to her own sweet thoughts, 
 made answer as they prompted her. 
 
 " I will wear a simple white robe, with the 
 bridal veil, and my only jewels shall be the
 
 90 THE ANGEL AND THE BRIDE. 
 
 snowy flowers. So shall my heart be more 
 free to rise upward, whence its strength 
 cometh." 
 
 Then the Angel revealed himself, and laid a 
 casket beside her saying, " Blessed art thou 
 of the Lord! Behold a gift from Heaven! 
 Take it, and become more like unto us." 
 
 So she opened the casket, and in it, was but 
 one fair gem. It was the pearl of a loving and 
 lowly spirit. And as she pressed it to her lips, 
 and laid it on her bosom, there came forth a 
 voice which said, 
 
 " O bride ! seek more and more the beauty 
 of holiness. So shalt thou be lovely unto the 
 Angels, and accepted of Him whose messen- 
 gers they are. And when the comeliness of 
 earth departeth, thou shalt receive a crown of 
 glory, that can never fade away." 
 
 Trusting One, whither wilt thou follow thy 
 beloved? From the nest where thou wert 
 reared ? from the hearth-stone, where thy first 
 affections grew? to take thy place at his 
 board, and to beautify a new home, with the 
 love that never dies ? 
 
 Whither ? To a dwelling among stran- 
 gers? wher3 eyes that never met thee, shall
 
 THE ANGEL AXD THE BRIDE. 91 
 
 gaze curiously upon thee ? or forms that thou 
 hast never seen, pass thee unnoticed by ? For 
 his sake wilt thou twine the tendrils of friend- 
 ship around untried props, and wait in the pa- 
 tience of hope for the buddings of sympathy ? 
 
 But whither wilt thou follow thy beloved ? 
 Over the rugged mountains? to the fresh 
 green West ? to the far stretching prairie ? 
 to the sultry southern skies ? to the margin 
 of the great Lakes ? to the village creeping 
 from the heart of the forest ? or the thronged 
 city, whose roofs shut out the blue sky ? 
 
 Whither? Over the Ocean? upon the 
 crested billow ? where seas and skies mingle in 
 misty line, and at the trump of the hoarse 
 winds, the terrible waves come forth to their 
 tempestuous play? 
 
 Whither ? To-foreign lands ? to the isl- 
 ands of the sea ? to people of a strange lan- 
 guage? whose words are to thine ear a con- 
 fusion . of unmeaning sounds ? and in whose 
 heart are no memories of those whom thou 
 hast loved from infancy ? 
 
 Whither ? Among the heathen, who know 
 not God? to bear to their downcast souls 
 the melody of the Gospel? and to tell their un-
 
 92 / THE ANGEL BKIDE. 
 
 taught babes of Him, who said, " Suffer the lit- 
 tle children to come unto Me ? " 
 
 And the bride-heart, strong in its holy love, 
 answered, " Whither he goeth, I will go, 
 where he lodgeth will I lodge, his people 
 shall *be my people, and his God my God. 
 
 THE ANGEL BRIDE. 
 
 I SHOULD have known thou wouldst have died 
 
 When fate first led me to thy side ; 
 
 Thy holy eyes had nought of earth 
 
 Thy lip ne'er curved in heartless mirth ; 
 
 I should have known thou wouldst have died, 
 
 My seraph-love ! my angel-bride ! 
 
 I loved thee then, I love thee yet ! 
 
 Though I have striven to forget 
 
 Though Time's dark wings have pressed my brow, 
 
 I loved thee then and love thee now ; 
 
 And had I died when thou wert dead, 
 
 Thy spirit, mine to heaven had led. 
 
 Thou gentle presence ! in that hour, 
 
 I felt thy being knew thy power. 
 
 Thy spirit, from the clay departed, 
 
 Has watched o'er me when loneliest hearted.
 
 THE ANGEL BRIDE. 93 
 
 The evening star recalls thine eye 
 The mournful zephyr sighs thy sigh ! 
 
 The forms of earth and visioned air 
 In being like to thee, are fair 
 I do not yet deserve to die, 
 Or I might join thee in yon sky. 
 Pray that my sins may be forgiven ; 
 I long to die to reach thy heaven. 
 
 Ho-v human things the heart deprave 
 
 Though I am kneeling by thy grave, 
 
 I feel a yearning unto earth, 
 
 Which speaks the spell of mortal birth. 
 
 I love an angel, loving thee, 
 
 Or scarce would wish to cease to be. 
 
 I cherish still my marriage ring, 
 Keeping it as an hallowed thing 
 Of the firm chain of love which binds ; 
 It is a link which still reminds ; 
 Though long on earth may be my stay, 
 No spell shall charm thy spell away. 
 
 I feel I have not long to stay 
 To heaven and thee I will away, 
 Beseeching God in earnest prayer, 
 Though I have sinned, to meet thee there ; 
 For well I feel full well I see 
 No earthly spell bound me to thee.
 
 94 THE LOVELY BRIDE. 
 
 The bliss the doom hath come at last, 
 My mortal frame is chilling fast ; 
 While with the soul's clear eyes I see 
 My spirit-wife approaching me. 
 Oh ! far from earth to holier things, 
 I glide to her on spirit-wings ! 
 
 ,'. v THE LOVELY BRIDE. 
 
 I WAS spending an hour, not long .since, in 
 turning the pages of a pleasant miscellany, in 
 the course of which my eye fell upon the fol- 
 lowing rare, but beautiful and touching inci- 
 dent, in the history of one who that day was to 
 become a bride. 
 
 A party of lively and interested cousins and 
 friends had early assembled at the bridal man- 
 sion for the purpose of decorating the drawing 
 room, where the marriage ceremony was to be 
 performed. At length this pleasant duty being 
 accomplished, they retired, happy in contribut- 
 ing to the joy of an occasion which while it 
 would take from them one whom they loved, 
 would unite that one to the object of her high- 
 est regard. The room was beautifully decorat- 
 ed with rich and variegated bouquets, and on
 
 THE LOVELY BRIDE. 95 
 
 a centre table lay the gayly adorned bride's loaf, 
 an object of great importance. 
 
 I said all had retired from the lovely spot ; 
 but there was one of the cousins, who, a short 
 time after, stole gently back, to look once more 
 at the varied beauty of the scene, and to in- 
 dulge by herself the hopes and anticipations of 
 an affectionate heart, for the future happiness 
 of her friend. She gently opened the door, and 
 was about entering, when she noticed the sofa 
 was wheeled round to the precise spot where, 
 that evening, the happy pair were to rise and 
 exchange their solemn vows ; and there the 
 lovely bride was kneeling, so absorbed in her 
 own thougths, the intrusion of her friend was 
 unnoticed. That friend stood for a moment 
 gazing in holy admiration at the scene ; she 
 longed gently to approach and kneel by her 
 side, but the occasion was too sacred to admit 
 of social union, and she retired. 
 
 And what, so solemn and absorbing, was oc- 
 cupying the thoughts of this happy being ? 
 Was it the anticipations of worldly felicity that 
 had brought her there ? Looking round upon 
 the beauty and gayety of the room, where in a 
 few hours she would give her hand to him
 
 96 THE LOVELY BRIDE. 
 
 whom she preferred to all others on earth, had 
 she, in the wilderness and excess of her own 
 emotions, fallen into a reverie ? Nothing of the 
 kind. Delighted she might be, and justly was ; 
 but she had one duty to perform ; a high and 
 holy duty, ere she plighted her vows to the ob- 
 ject of her early affections. There, in that spot 
 where she would soon stand and surrender her 
 earthly all to her husband, she would first con- 
 secrate herself to the Lord. The prior conse- 
 cration was due to him. On that altar she 
 wished to offer an earlier and holier incense ; 
 on that spot, to make a record of the prior deed 
 which she had given of herself, to her superior 
 Lord. 
 
 I know not of an earthly scene more lovely, or 
 of an immortal being in similar circumstances, 
 in an attitude more becoming. And I am sure, 
 that if her intended husband had himself the 
 love of God reigning in his heart, and could he 
 have seen her there, whatever he might have 
 thought of her before, his love would have said 
 not, perhaps, with perfect truth ; for others, it 
 is to be hoped, have done' so before her ; but he 
 might be forgiven if, in his ardor and admira- 
 tion, he had exclaimed "Many daughters
 
 THE LOVELY BRIDE. 97 
 
 ha xr e done virtuously, but thou excellest them 
 all." 
 
 What a beautiful example for the imitation 
 of those who are about to be led to the hyme- 
 neal altar! ^Most beautiful, most becoming! I 
 know not the subsequent history of that " lovely 
 bride," but I am certain she never repented of 
 that act of self-dedication to God. She may 
 not, indeed, have escaped sorrow and affliction ; 
 but if they were her lot, I know that God would 
 remember the kindness of her youth. He would 
 not. forsake her. She might bury her husband, 
 children, friends ; she might suffer sickness and 
 poverty; but in no hour would her heavenly 
 Father forsake her ; he would guide her by his 
 counsel, and afterwards receive her to glory. 
 Youthful females ! would you lay the founda- 
 tion of future peace ; would you provide against 
 the reverses of fortune; would you have a friend 
 and a protector through this world of vicissi- 
 tude ; would you have consolation in the dark- 
 est night of adversity which may set in upon 
 you ; imitate the example of " the lovely bride."
 
 98 LEAN NOT ON EARTH. 
 
 LEAN NOT ON EARTH." 
 
 " LEAN not on Earth ! a broken reed, 
 
 'Twill pierce thee to the heart ; " 
 Joy after joy will quickly speed, 
 And oh, thy youthful heart will bleed 
 To see those joys depart ; 
 Lean not on Earth. 
 
 Lean not on Friends ! they will not stand 
 
 The test of time and change ; 
 The smiling face the opening hand, 
 And heart half willing to expand, 
 A trifle will estrange ; 
 
 Lean not on Friends. 
 
 Lean not on Wealth ! for quick, alas ! 
 
 The winged meteor flies 
 And all your golden dreams will pass 
 And wither like the summer's grass, 
 
 Which soon in autumn dies ; 
 Lean not on Wealth. 
 
 Lean not on Fame ! a hollow blast 
 
 It sounds and dies away. 
 Glory's bright flash will never last, 
 And honor's gleam is quickly pass'd, 
 
 A bright uncertain ray ; 
 
 Lean not on Fame.
 
 FLIGHT TO HEAVEN. 99 
 
 But lift thy trusting gaze to heaven, 
 
 And fix it firmly there ; 
 And then, if earthly hopes be riven, 
 Thou hast a hope by Earth not given, 
 
 A balm for every care ; 
 
 O, lean on Heaven. 
 
 FLIGHT TO HEAVEN. 
 
 "WHAT is life ? 'tis but a vapor ; 
 
 Soon it vanishes away j 
 Life is but a dying taper ; 
 
 my soul, why wish to stay ? 
 Why not spread thy wings and fly 
 
 Straight to yonder world of joy? 
 
 See that glory, how resplendent ! 
 
 Brighter far than fancy paints ; 
 There, in majesty transcendent, 
 
 Jesus reigns, the King of saints ; 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 Straight to yonder world of joy. 
 
 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding, 
 Sing, with rapture, of his love ; 
 
 Through the heavens his praises sounding, 
 Filling all the courts above * 
 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 
 Straight to yonder world of joy.
 
 100 THERE IS BEST IN HEAVEN. 
 
 Go and share his people's glory, 
 'Mid the ransom-crowd appear ; 
 
 Thine's a joyful, wondrous story, 
 One that angels love to hear : 
 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 
 Straight to yonder world of joy." 
 
 THERE IS REST IN HEAVEN. 
 
 " THERE'S rest for us in heaven :" 
 
 O, blissful words are they ; 
 That hope to us is given 
 
 Of an immortal day. 
 
 Mother, with the careworn brow, 
 
 "Watching o'er thy children, 
 0, turn away from earth's hopes now, 
 "There's rest for thee in heaven." 
 
 Father, with hairs silvered white, 
 
 Toiling until even, 
 0, turn away from earthly light, 
 
 " There 's rest for thee in heaven." 
 
 Mourner, bending o'er the sod, 
 
 Though deep thy heartstring's riven, 
 
 Murmur not against thy God, 
 
 " There's rest for thee in heaven."
 
 LAND OF PROMISE. 101 
 
 Sweet and broken-hearted one, 
 
 "Weeping o'er love not given, 
 Thy race of life is nearly run, 
 
 " There's rest for thee in heaven." 
 
 LAND OF PROMISE. 
 
 " WHERE is that land, oh where ? 
 
 For I would hasten there ; 
 
 Tell me I fain would go, 
 
 For I am weary with a heavy wo ! 
 The beautiful have left me all alone ; 
 The true, the tender, from my path have gone ; 
 
 Oh, guide me with thy hand, 
 
 If thou dost know that land. 
 For I am burdened with oppressive care, 
 And I am weak and fearful with despair ; 
 Where is it ? Tell me where. 
 
 Friend, thou must trust in HIM who trod, before. 
 
 The desolate paths of life ; 
 Must bear, in meekness, as he meekly bore 
 Sorrow, and pain, and strife : 
 Think how the Son of God 
 These thorny paths hath jxod ; 
 Think how he longed to go, 
 Yet tarried out, for thee, the appointed wo.
 
 102 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 Think of his weariness in places dim, 
 Where no man comforted, or cared for him ! 
 
 Think of the blood-like sweat, 
 
 With which his brow w.as wet ; 
 Yet how he prayed, unaided and alone, 
 In that great agony, ' Thy will be done ! ' 
 Friend, do not thou despair ; 
 Christ, from the. heaven of heavens, will hear thy 
 
 prayer ! " 
 
 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 THE Archbishop of Canterbury says : " When 
 we come to heaven we shall meet with all those 
 excellent persons, those brave minds., those in- 
 nocent and charitable souls, whom we have 
 seen, and heard, and read of in the world. 
 There we shall meet many of our dear rela- 
 tions and intimate friends, and perhaps with 
 many of our enemies, to whom we shall then 
 be perfectly reconciled, notwithstanding all the 
 warm contests and peevish differences which 
 we had with them in this world, even about 
 matters of religion. For heaven is a state of 
 perfect love and friendship." 
 
 Rev. Richard Baxter says : " I must confess,
 
 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 103 
 
 as the experience of ray own soul, that the ex- 
 pectation of loving my friends in heaven princi- 
 pally kindles my love to them on earth. If I 
 thought that I should never know them, and 
 consequently never love them after this life is 
 ended, I should in reason number them with 
 temporal things, and love them as such. But 
 I now delight to converse with my pious friends, 
 in a firm persuasion that I shall converse with 
 them forever; and I take comfort in those of 
 them that are dead or absent, as believing I 
 shall shortly meet them in heaven, and love 
 them with a heavenly love that shall there be 
 perfected." 
 
 Bishop Hall says : " Thou hast lost thy friend; 
 say, rather thou hast parted with him. That 
 is properly lost which is past all recovery, which 
 we are out of hope to see any more. It is not 
 so with this friend thou mournest for ; he is but 
 gone home a little before thee ; thou art follow- 
 ing him-; you two shall meet in your Father's 
 house, and enjoy each other more happily than 
 you could have done here below." 
 
 Dr. Doddridge says : " Let me be thankful 
 for the pleasing hope that though God loves 
 my child too well to permit it to return to me,
 
 104 FRIENDS IX HEAVEN. 
 
 he will ere long bring me to it. And then that 
 endeared paternal affection, which would have 
 been a cord to tie me to earth, and have added 
 new pangs to my removal from it, will be a 
 golden chain to draw me upwards, and add 
 one farther charm and joy even to paradise it- 
 self. Was this my desolation? this my sor- 
 row ? to part with thee for a few days, that I 
 might receive thee forever, (Philemon, v. 15,) 
 and find thee what thou art ? It is for no lan- 
 guage but that of heaven, to describe the sacred 
 joy which such a meeting must occasion." 
 
 My Christian reader, have you lost near and 
 dear friends and did they die in Jesus ? O, 
 remember they are' not separated from you for- 
 ever you are going to them. They are wait- 
 ing to receive you into everlasting habitations. 
 On your arrival there, you will know them, and 
 they will know you ; and you will there have 
 the most endeared society as it will include 
 those to whom you were so tenderly related by 
 the ties of consanguinity, or pious friendship, 
 and at parting with whom, you sorrowed most 
 of all, that " you should see their face, and hear 
 their voice no more ; " and also those you left 
 behind you with reluctance and anxiety, in a
 
 FEIENDS IN HEAVEN. 105 
 
 world of sin and trouble. With these your fel- 
 lowship, after a brief separation, will be renew- 
 ed, improved, and perfected forever. 
 
 " There on a green and flowery mount, 
 
 Our weary souls shall sit, 
 And with transporting joys recount 
 
 The labors of pur feet." 
 
 * " Fathers and mothers, who have been call- 
 ed to yield to the demands of death a darling 
 and pious child, while yet the dew and the 
 beauty of youth were fresh upon him, go forth 
 at the shout of the archangel, and you will find 
 that child, glowing indeed with celestial beauty 
 and glory, yet retaining something of that same 
 expression which has stamped his image so 
 deeply on your heart. And thou, disconsolate 
 man, from whom death has taken the wife of 
 your youth, go thou forth at the same signal, 
 and you shall at once distinguish her too, amid 
 ascending millions, and become her everlasting 
 companion, in that world where they neither 
 marry, nor are given in marriage, but are as 
 the angels of God. The lonely widow, too, let 
 her come, and she shall recognize that counte- 
 
 * Hitchcock's Four Seasons.
 
 106 FKIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 nance, which a noble soul and generous affec- 
 tion have made indelible on her heart, as once 
 her husband and protector, nor shall any power 
 be able again to tear him from her side ; but 
 the holy joys of eternity shall be doubly sweet, 
 because snjoyed together. Children of beloved 
 Christian parents, come ye, also, and rush again 
 into the embrace of those who gave you being, 
 and who trained you up for Heaven, and they 
 shall take you by the hand and still be your 
 guides and companions amid the wonders of 
 the new Jerusalem. There likewise shall the 
 brother or sister, and the sister, who has often 
 wept over a departed brother or sister, find 
 them again, radiant with heavenly glory, yet 
 retaining the traces of their earthly character. 
 And whatever Christian weeps over the memory 
 of a Christian friend, let him wipe away his 
 tears, and prepare to meet that friend, when 
 the graves have given up their dead, with a 
 body like unto Christ's, yet fashioned so as to 
 make it only a transmuted and glorified natural 
 body, recognized by one of those golden links 
 that bind the natural to the spiritual, the mor- 
 tal to the immortal. Oh, blessed season of re- 
 cognition and joy begun ! "
 
 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 107 
 
 Mourning Christian, how sweet, how cheer- 
 ing the anticipation; having finished the toils 
 and labors of time, then with angels and ran- 
 somed men, with patriarchs, prophets and apos- 
 tles, with our sainted parents, or bosom friends, 
 our children, taken from us in infancy, our 
 brothers, our sisters, long separated from us, 
 to stand on the sea of glass, having the harps 
 of God, and chant the praises of Him who hath 
 abolished death, and brought life and immortal- 
 ity to light. 
 
 "Weep not, Christian, weep not, 
 "Wipe all thy tears away ! | 
 
 Those who leave thee sleep not 
 Under the cold, dull clay ! 
 
 "Weep not for the Babe ! you loved, 
 
 So quickly from this scene removed, 
 
 A bud, that by the stream of life shall bloom, 
 
 Nor waste on earth its sweet perfume. 
 
 Mother ! let songs of triumph dry thy tears ! 
 
 For, while thou lingerest on some few dark years. 
 
 Thy blessed offspring to his glorious place 
 
 Hath gone before, 
 And sees the brightness of his Father's face, 
 
 Forevermore
 
 108 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 Weep not, Christian, weep not ; 
 
 Wipe all thy tears away ! 
 Those who leave thee sleep not 
 
 Under the cold, dull clay ! 
 
 Weep not for the strong and full-grown man, 
 
 Who valiantly the fight of life began, 
 
 Girt with the sword that pierces from afar ; 
 
 With helm and shield and panoply of war, . 
 
 Hath he been taken ere his work was done ? 
 
 Wafted aloft with all his armor on ? 
 
 Warriors, when summoned from their earthly posts 
 
 To yonder shore, 
 Stand in the armies of the Lord of Hosts 
 
 Forevermore. 
 
 Weep not, Christian, weep not, 
 Wipe all thy tears away ! 
 
 Those who leave thee sleep not 
 Under the cold, dull clay ! 
 
 Weep not, when the old and hoary head 
 Sinks to repose among the peaceful dead : 
 Who weeps for sorrow when the ripened corn, 
 In golden sheaves, is to the garner borne ? 
 When the slow-laden swains all homeward come ? 
 And joyous reapers sing their harvest-home ?
 
 FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 109 
 
 So, when the life-long troubles of the blest 
 
 At length are o'er, 
 The angels gather them into their rest, 
 
 Forevermore. 
 
 Weep not, Christian, weep not, 
 
 Wipe all thy tears away 1 
 Those who leave thee sleep not 
 
 Under the cold, dull clay ! 
 
 Weep not for the dead, although they sleep, 
 
 And we alone our weary way shall keep. 
 
 They are asleep in Jesus ! Their repose 
 
 Beckons us upward through this world of woes. 
 
 The day of our deli verance is at hand ! 
 
 With thoughts fixed high in Heaven, on Earth we 
 
 stand, 
 With patience wait till angels from above 
 
 Shall ope the door, 
 Nor death shall part our souls from those we love, 
 
 Forevermore."
 
 110 HEAVEN. 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 Is HEAVEN a place where pearly streams 
 
 Glide over silver sand, . 
 Like childhood's rosy, dazzling dreams 
 
 Of some far fairy land ? 
 
 Is heaven a clime where diamond dews 
 
 Glitter on fadeless flowers, 
 And mirth and music ring aloud 
 
 From amaranthine bowers ? 
 
 Ah, no ; not such, not such is heaven ! 
 
 Surpassing far all these ; 
 Snch cannot be the guerdon given 
 
 Man's wearied soul to please. 
 
 For j saints and sinners, here below, 
 Such vain to be have proved ; 
 
 And the pure spirit will despise 
 Whate'er the sense has loved. 
 
 There shall we dwell with Sire and Son, 
 
 And with the mother-maid, 
 And with the Holy Spirit, one, 
 
 In glory like arrayed. 
 
 And not to one created thins: 
 
 O 
 
 Shall one embrace be given ; 
 But all our joy shall be in God, 
 For only God is heaven.
 
 ASPIRING TO HKAVEN. Ill 
 
 ASPIRING TO HEAVEN. 
 
 YES, let me die ! am I of spirit-birth, 
 And shall I linger where spirits fell, 
 Loving the stain they cast on all of earth ? 
 
 make me pure, with pure ones e'er to dwell. 
 
 'Tis sweet to die ! The flowers of earthly love, 
 (Fair frail spring-blossoms) early droop to die. 
 But all their fragrance is exhaled above, 
 Upon our spirits evermore to lie. 
 
 Life is a dream, a bright but fleeting dream, 
 
 1 can but love ; but then my soul awakes, 
 And, from the mist of earthliness, a gleam 
 Of heavenly light, of truth immortal, breaks. 
 
 But heaven is dearer ! There I have my treasure ; 
 There angels fold, in love, their snowy wings ; 
 There sainted lips chant hi celestial measure, 
 And spirit-fingers stray o'er heaven-wrought strings. 
 
 There loving eyes are to the portals straying ; 
 There arms extend, a wanderer to fold ; 
 There waits a dearer, holier One arraying 
 His own in spotless robes, and crowns of gol<L 
 
 Then let die. My spirit longs for heaven, 
 In that pure bosom evermore to rest ; 
 But if to labor longer here be given, 
 " Father, thy will be done," and I am blest.
 
 112 ASPIRING TO HEAVEN. 
 
 MOTHER AND HEAVEN. 
 
 " The two sweetest words in the English language, are 
 Mother and Heaven." 
 
 "MOTHER 
 THE first fond word our hearts express, 
 
 In childhood's rosy hours ; 
 When life seems full of happiness, 
 
 As Nature is of flowers ; 
 A word that manhood loves to speak 
 When Time has placed upon his cheek, 
 
 And written on his brow, 
 Stern lessons of the world's untruth, 
 Unheeded in his thoughtless youth, 
 
 But sadly pondered now, 
 As time brings back, 'mid vanished years, 
 A mother's fondest hopes and fears. 
 
 HEAVEN 
 The end of all a mother's prayers, 
 
 The home of all her dreams ; 
 The guiding star to light our path 
 
 With hope's enchanting beams ; 
 The haven for our storm-tossed bark, 
 From out a world where, wild and dark, 
 
 The tempests often rise ; 
 And still, in every darksome hour, 
 
 This hope will rise, with holy power, 
 
 And point us to the skies, 
 Where Mother, Home, and Heaven are seen 
 Without a cloud to intervene."
 
 TO MY WIFE IN HEAVEX. 113 
 
 TO MY WIFE IN HEAVEN. 
 
 BELOVED, in your bright world of purest bliss 
 Dost still love those whom thou didst love in this 
 Do thoughts of joys we 've shared together here, 
 Come to thee, ever, in that blissful sphere ? 
 Thy heart of love so pure and so divine, 
 Oh, is it still-beloved, -still is it mine? 
 
 Yes, by the joys which now my full heart thrill, 
 I feel, I know thou lov'st thy husband still ; 
 Thy husband now ; though thou art gone above, 
 Thou hast not fled beyond my constant love. 
 Death hath no shade my love would fear to meet ; 
 I feel, to love a wife in heaven, 'tis sweet. 
 
 And though now left to journey on alone, 
 The joys thy presence gave forever flown, 
 One hope doth brightly o'er the dark way shine : 
 'Tis that in heaven I soon shall find thee mine ; 
 Where no more doubt, or anxious fears shall rise, 
 'Nor parting tears again shall dim our eyes. 
 
 0, 'twill be sweet to meet on that blest shore, 
 All sorrows pass'd, all pains forever o'er ; 
 My soul, impatient, longs to soar away 
 To those bright realms where thou dost waiting stay 
 To greet my coming, and the joys relate, 
 Which thou art sharing now in that blest state. 
 8
 
 114 SUFFERING EXCHANGED FOR HEAVEN. 
 
 O, 'twill be sweet from thy dear lips to hear 
 
 The joys which thou hast found in fulness there ; 
 
 To hasten on, with thy dear hand in mine, 
 
 Up to the throne where sits our Lord divine ; 
 
 To walk together by the crystal stream, 
 
 While Christ and his great love shall be our theme. 
 
 My prisoned spirit sighs to be at rest, 
 
 With thee, beloved, in that sweet home so blest 
 
 SUFFERING EXCHANGED FOR HEAVEN. 
 
 " OH ! what a mighty change 
 
 Shall Jesus's. sufferers know, 
 While o'er the happy plains they range, 
 
 Incapable of wo ! 
 No ill-requited love 
 
 Shall there our spirits wound, 
 No base ingratitude above, 
 
 No sin in heaven is found. 
 
 There all our griefs are spent, 
 
 There all our sufferings end ; 
 We cannot there the fall lament 
 
 Of a departed friend, 
 A brother, dead to God, 
 
 By sin, alas ! undone 
 No father there, in passion loud, 
 
 Cries, oh, my son! my son.
 
 HE DWELLETH IN HEAVEN. 115 
 
 HE DWELLETH IN HEAVEN. 
 
 HE dwelleth in heaven : never more on the earth 
 Shall his voice swell the cadence of music and mirth ; 
 Never more shall his form that so manfully moved 
 E'er gladden our hearts in the home that he loved. 
 
 He dwelleth hi Heaven : earth's conflicts are o'er, 
 He has sought, he has found that radiant shore, 
 To which his eye turned while he dwelt with us here, 
 And which to the pure and the loving is near. 
 
 He dwelleth in Heaven : he is free from earth's stains, 
 Never more shall he suffer its sorrows and pains : 
 Never more shall he bend 'neath the Chastener's rod, 
 For ransomed and joyful he dwells with his God. 
 
 He dwelleth in Heaven : he waits for us there, 
 He would that we all should his blessedness share ; 
 He comes to us oft in the dreams of the night, 
 And calls us to join him in mansions of light. 
 
 He dwelleth in Heaven : yet deep in our hearts 
 His image is graven, and never departs ; 
 And while we yet linger, we watch and we wait, 
 Till death, who has parted, again shall unite.
 
 116 A HOME IN HEAVEN. 
 
 A HOME IN HEAVEN. 
 
 A HOME in Heaven ! when our pleasures fade, 
 And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid ; 
 And strength decays, and our health is riven, 
 "We are happy still with our home in Heaven. 
 
 A home in Heaven ! when the faint heart bleeds, 
 By the Spirit's stroke, for its evil deeds ; 
 O ! then, what bliss in that heart forgiven, 
 Does the hope inspire of a home in Heaven ! 
 
 A home in Heaven ! when our friends are fled 
 To the cheerless gloom of the mouldering dead ; 
 "We wait in hope of the promise given ; 
 We will up there in our home in Heaven. 
 
 A home in Heaven ! when the wheel is broke, 
 And the golden bowl, by the terror-stroke ; 
 "When life's bright sun sinks in death's dark even, 
 "We will then fly up to our home in Heaven. 
 
 A home in Heaven ! oh, the glorious home ! 
 And the Spirit, joined with the Bride, says, come ! 
 Come, seek his face, and your sins forgiven, 
 And rejoice in hope of your home in Heaven.
 
 THE HEAVENLY FRIEND. 117 
 
 THE HEAVENLY FRIEND. 
 
 THERE is a friend above, 
 Whose pure affection far transcends all others ; 
 No earthly kindred, parents, sisters, brothers, 
 
 Like Jesus, love. 
 
 His friendship is sincere, 
 
 And firm, and changeless, not like meteors gleaming ; 
 But on his ransomed ones 'tis ever beaming, 
 Bright, calm and clear. 
 
 He is a faithful friend ; 
 In him the trembling soul, in hope confiding 
 May safely trust, his love is e'er abiding, 
 
 Even to the end. 
 
 His sympathy how sweet ! 
 Like softest music o'er the spirit stealing ; 
 It soothes the troubled heart with heavenly healing, 
 
 And joy complete. 
 
 His words of glorious truth, 
 Like cadences of love from heaven descending, 
 Allure and guide to scenes of bliss unending, 
 
 And fadeless youth. 
 
 He, with Almighty power, 
 Can give support when earthly hopes are dying ; 
 And safe is every soul to Jesus flying, 
 
 In trial's hour.
 
 118 IN HEAVEN. 
 
 Celestial, peerless friend ! 
 
 Around me cast thy kind and sheltering pinions ; 
 And take my spirit to thy blest dominions, 
 
 When life shall end. 
 
 O, give that gracious Guest 
 
 A throne in every heart, earth's sons and daughters ! 
 His friendship is a fount of living waters, 
 
 And heavenly rest. 
 
 IN HEAVEN. 
 
 OFT weeping memory sits alone, 
 
 Beside some grave, at even, 
 And calls upon some spirit flown, 
 O, say, shall those on earth our own 
 Be ours again in heaven ? 
 
 Amid these lone, sepulchral shades, 
 Where sleep our dear ones riven, 
 Is not some lingering spirit near, 
 To tell if those, divided here, 
 Unite and know in heaven ? 
 
 Shall friends who o'er the waste of life 
 
 By the same storms are driven, 
 Shall they recount, in realms of bliss, 
 The fortunes and the tears of this, 
 And love again in heaven ?
 
 KT HEAVEN. . 119 
 
 When hearts which have on earth been one 
 
 By ruthless death are riven, 
 Why does the one which death has reft 
 Drag off in grief the one that's left, 
 
 If not to meet in heaven ? 
 
 The warmest love on earth is still 
 
 Imperfect when 'tis given ; 
 But there's a purer clime above, 
 Where perfect hearts in perfect love 
 
 Unite ; and this in heaven. 
 
 If love on earth is but in part, 
 
 As light and shade at even, 
 If sin doth plant a thorn between 
 The truest hearts, there is, I ween, 
 
 A perfect love in heaven. 
 
 * 
 
 O, happy world ! O, glorious place ! 
 
 Where all who are forgiven 
 Shall find their loved and lost below, 
 And hearts, like meeting streams, shall flow 
 
 Forever me, in heaven.
 
 120 MINISTERING SPIRITS. 
 
 MINISTERING SPIRITS. 
 
 THE re-union of parents and children in hea- 
 ven, as well as of other earthly friends, is a 
 cheering and delightful thought. And the idea 
 that our departed friends may sometimes be 
 near us, or wait to welcome us on the borders 
 of that spirit-land, is well suited to impress the 
 mind. 
 
 A little girl in the family of my acquaint- 
 ance, a lovely and precious child, lost her 
 mother at an age too early to fix the loved fea- 
 tures on her remembrance. She was as frail as 
 beautiful ; and as the bud of her heart unfolded, 
 it seemed as if won by that mother's prayers to 
 turn instinctively heavenward. The sweet, 
 conscientious, prayer-loving child, was the cher- 
 ished one of the bereaved family. But she 
 faded away early. She would lie upon the lap 
 of her friend, who took a mother's kind care of 
 her, and winding one wasted arm about her 
 neck, would say, " Now tell me about my 
 mamma." And when the oft-told tale had been 
 repeated, she would ask softly, Take me into 
 the parlor : I want to see my mamma." The 
 repuest was never refused, ana the affectionate
 
 MINISTERING SPIRITS. 121 
 
 child would lie for hours contentedly gazing on 
 her mother's portrait. But 
 
 u Pale and wan she grew, and weakly 
 Bearing all her pain so meekly, 
 That to them she still grew dearer, 
 As the trial hour drew nearer." 
 
 The hour came at last, and the weeping 
 neighbors assembled to see the child die. The 
 dew of death was already on the flower, as the 
 life sun was going down. The little chest 
 heaved faintly spasmodically. 
 
 "Do you know me, darling?" sobbed close 
 to her ear, the voice that was dearest ; but it 
 awoke no answer. 
 
 All at once a brightness, as if from the upper 
 world, burst over the child's colorless counte- 
 nance. The eye-lids flashed open, the lips 
 parted, the wan cuddling hands flew up, in the 
 little one's last impulsive effort, as she looked 
 piercingly into the far above. 
 
 " Mother ! " she cried, with surprise and 
 transport in her tone and passed with that 
 breath into her mother's bosom. 
 
 Said a distinguished divine who stood by 
 that bed of joyous death : 
 
 <( If I never believed in the ministration of 
 departed ones before I could not doubt it now.'
 
 122 "MINISTERING SPIRITS." 
 
 "ARE THEY NOT ALL MINISTERING 
 SPIRITS?" 
 
 OH ! the wind sounds sad and dreary, 
 
 Blowing up from off the bay; 
 But the fire looks bright and cheery, 
 
 Blazing on the hearth away, 
 As I sit all sad and weary, 
 
 For I've been alone to-day. 
 
 Coldly down the moon is beaming, 
 Making all things clear and bright ; 
 
 And far away the waves are gleaming, 
 Tossing in her silver light. 
 
 Watching them, I sit here dreaming, 
 Dreaming all alone to-night. 
 
 Did I hear a low soft sighing, 
 
 In the corner far away ? 
 Quick I turn and see there lying, 
 
 As she often used to lay, 
 One, who in this room was dying 
 
 Just one year ago to-day. 
 
 From her long, deep slumber waking, 
 
 Do I hear her voice once more ? 
 Yes! my name she's softly speaking, 
 
 As she used, in days of yore, 
 Ere the angels love's bonds breaking, 
 
 From our hearts our treasure tore.
 
 " MIXISTERING SPIRITS." 123 
 
 Thou art not alone, my sister ; 
 
 (These the words she spake to me) 
 Though in life's rough walks thou'st missed her, 
 
 Still thy darling is with thee. 
 And forevermore, dear sister, 
 
 Hovering round thy path will be. 
 
 Did I hear thee murmur, dearest, 
 
 That thou wast alone to-night ? 
 Know, e'en then, to thee were nearest 
 
 Spirits clothed in spotless white. 
 Unseen, she, whose voice thou nearest, 
 
 Brushed thee with her pinions bright. 
 
 Quickly toward the phantom starting, 
 
 Ah ! the vision bright has flown ; 
 But the words she gave me, parting, 
 
 " Sister, thou art not alone," 
 From my memory ne'er departing, 
 
 Cheer me as I journey on. 
 
 Oh ! if life be dark and dreary, 
 
 "Wrapped in clouds of sombre hue, 
 If my way be wild and weary, 
 
 Thorns be many, roses few, 
 This thought shall my heart make cheery : 
 
 " Sister, ever I'm with you "
 
 124 FAREWELL TO EARTHLY JOTS. 
 
 FAREWELL TO EARTHLY JOYS. 
 
 THERE was a time when life, to me, 
 Seemed but a flowing measure ; 
 
 When I was always full of glee, 
 And every scene a pleasure. 
 
 But they are past those merry days 
 
 I'm now to sadness given ; 
 My soul witliin me ever prays 
 
 To find a home in heaven. 
 
 I know that beautiful is earth, 
 
 But to yon land are given 
 Bright scenes of more exalted worth 
 
 That "better land" is heaven. 
 
 And though the earth itself is grand, 
 Through life I'm madly driven; 
 
 I'm longing for that "better land," 
 Where lasting joys are given. 
 
 And it is there my bark I'll guide; 
 
 I'll bear all sorrows given, 
 Still trusting in the hope of an 
 
 Eternal bliss in heaven.
 
 THE REFUGE. 125 
 
 THE REFUGE. 
 
 TURK from this world ; 'tis not thy home ! 
 From wave to wave why wilt thou roam 
 Like yon small lovely speck of foam 
 . On ocean's ever-heaving breast ? 
 If tossed by every storm that blows, 
 Brightened by every gleam that glows, 
 And melted by each tear that flows, 
 Canst thou find rest ? 
 
 Could wealth to thee true joy impart ? 
 Can giddy pleasure charm thy heart ? 
 Or splendor soothe its secret smart 
 
 Or heal its pain ? 
 
 Could taste could feelings most refined 
 Can all the stories of art combined 
 E'en 'midst the favored sons of mind, 
 
 Thou'st bought in .vain ? 
 
 Is there no shelter to be found, 
 
 When clouds and darkness gather round, 
 
 And e'en the deep fix'd solid ground 
 
 Is earthquake riven? 
 Is there no sure, no certain stay, 
 No lamp to guide the wanderer's way, 
 And pour around its cheering ray, 
 
 In mercy given ?
 
 126 THE ANGEL OP THE LEAVES. 
 
 Turn to the world that may be thine, 
 Where love and peace forever join ! 
 Look up ! behold that mystic sign 
 
 Make it thine own ! 
 
 Then shall the storms that rend thy breast, 
 Be hush'd to everlasting rest, 
 And thou received a welcome guest 
 
 Beneath His throne ! 
 
 THE ANGEL OF THE LEAVES 
 
 " ALAS ! alas ! " said the sorrowing Tree, 
 " my beautiful robe is gone ; it has been torn 
 from me ; its faded pieces whirl upon the wind, 
 they rustle beneath the squirrel's foot as he 
 searches for his nut ; they float upon the pass- 
 ing stream, and on the quivering lake. Wo is 
 me! for my dear green verdure is gone. It 
 was the gift of the Leaves ! 1 -have lost it, and 
 my glory is vanished and my beauty has disap- 
 peared, my summer honors have passed away. 
 My bright and comely garment, alas ! it is rent 
 into a thousand parts ; who will weave me such 
 another? Piece by piece has been stripped 
 from me. Scarcely did I sigh for the loss of 
 one, ere another wandered off on air. The
 
 THE ANGEL OF THE XEAVES. 127 
 
 sweet sound of music cheers me no more. The 
 birds that sang on my bosom were dismayed at 
 my desolation they have flown away with 
 their songs. 
 
 " I stood in my pride. The sun brightened 
 my robe with his smile ; the zephyrs breathed 
 softly through its glossy folds ; the clouds 
 strewed pearls among them. My shadow was 
 wide upon the earth, my head was lifted high, 
 and my forehead was fair to the heavens. But 
 now, how changed ! Sadness is upon me, my 
 head is shorn, my arms are stripped, and I can- 
 not throw a shadow on the ground. Beauty 
 has departed ; gladness has gone out of my 
 bosom. The blood has retired from my heart, 
 and sunk into the earth. I am thirsty. I am 
 cold. My naked limbs shiver in the chilly air ; 
 the keen blast comes pitiless among them. 
 The winter is coming. I am destitute ; sorrow 
 is my portion ; mourning must wear me away. 
 How shall I account to the Angel who clothed 
 me for the loss of his beautiful gift ? " 
 
 The Angel had been listening. In soothing 
 accents he answered the lamentation. 
 
 " My beloved Tree," said he, " be comforted ! 
 I am by thee still, though every leaf has for-
 
 128 THE ANGEL OF THE LEAVES. 
 
 saken thee. The voice of gladness is hushed 
 among thy boughs, but let ray whisper console 
 thee. Thy sorrow is but for a season. Trust 
 in me. Keep my promise in thy heart. Be 
 patient and full of hope. Let the words I 
 leave with thee, abide and cheer thee through 
 the coming winter. Then will I come and 
 clothe thee anew. 
 
 " The storm will drive over thee, the snow 
 will sift among thy naked limbs. But these 
 will be light and passing afflictions. The ice 
 will weigh heavily on thy helpless arms, but it 
 will soon dissolve to tears. It shall pass into 
 the ground, and be drunken by the roots. 
 Then it will creep up, in secret, beneath thy 
 bark, and spread into the branches it has op- 
 pressed, and help to adorn them. I shall be 
 here to use it. 
 
 " The blood has now retired for safety. The 
 frost will chill and destroy it. It has gone into 
 thy mother's bosom for her to keep it warm. 
 Earth will not rob her offspring. She is a 
 careful parent ; she knows all the wants of her 
 children, and forgets not to provide for the 
 least of them. The sap that has for a*while 
 gone down, will make thy roots strike deeper
 
 THE ANGEL OF THE LEAVES. 129 
 
 and spread wider, and renewed and strength- 
 ened, it shall return to nourish thy heart 
 Then, if thou shalt have remembered and 
 trusted in my promise, I will fulfil it Buds 
 snail shoot forth on every bough. I will enfold 
 another robe for thee. I will color and fit it 
 in every part It shall be a comely raiment 
 Sadness shall be swallowed up in joy. Now, 
 my beloved tree, fare thee well for a season." 
 
 The Angel was gone. The cold muttering 
 winter drew near. The wild blast whistled for 
 the storm. But the words of the Angel were 
 hidden in her heart It soothed her amid the 
 threaten! ngs of the tempest. The ice-cakes 
 
 rattled on her limbs and loaded and weighed 
 
 
 them down. 
 
 " My slender branches," said she, " let not this 
 burden overcome you ! Break not beneath this 
 heavy affliction break not ! but bend, till you 
 can spring back to your places. Let not a twig 
 of you be lost. Hope must prop you up for a 
 while, and the Angel will reward your patience. 
 You will wave in a softer air. Grace shall be 
 again in your motion, and a renewed beauty 
 hang around you." 
 
 The scowling face of winter began to lose its 
 9
 
 130 THE ANGEL OF THE LEAVES. 
 
 features. The raging storm grew faint, and 
 breathed its last. The clouds fretted themselves 
 to fragments, these scattered to fragments on the 
 sky, and were brushed away. The .sun threw 
 down a bundle of golden arrows, that fell upon 
 the Tree. The ice-cakes withered as they came. 
 Every one was shattered by a shaft, and unlock- 
 ed itself upon the limb. They melted and were 
 gone. 
 
 Spring had come to reign. His blessed min- 
 isters were abroad in the earth. They hovered 
 in the air. They blended their beautiful tints, 
 and cast a new-created glory on the face of the 
 blue heavens.- 
 
 The Tree was rewarded for her trust. The 
 Angel was true to the object of his love. He 
 returned he bestowed on her another robe. 
 It was bright, glossy, and unsullied. The dust 
 of summer had never lit upon it ; the scorching 
 heat had not faded it ; the moth had not pro- 
 faned it. The Tree stood again in loveliness ; 
 she was dressed in more than her former beauty. 
 She was fair, joy smiled around her on every 
 side. The birds flew back to her bosom, and 
 Bung among her branches their hymns to the 
 ANGEL OF THE LEAVES.
 
 CHILD AND THE ANGELS. 131 
 
 CHILD AND THE ANGELS. 
 
 THE Sabbath sun was setting low, 
 
 Amidst the clouds of even ; 
 " Our Father ! " breathed a voice below, 
 
 " Father who art in Heaven." 
 
 Beyond the earth, beyond the clouds, 
 
 Those infant worcL were given; 
 " Our Father" angels sang aloud, 
 " Father who art in Heaven ! " 
 
 " Thy kingdom come," still from the ground, 
 
 That child-like voice did pray. 
 " Thy kingdom come ! " God's hosts resound, 
 
 Far up the starry way ! 
 
 " Thy will be done ! " with little tongue, 
 
 That lisping love implores. 
 " Thy will be done ! " the angelic throng 
 
 Sing fro:n seraphic shores. 
 
 " For ever ! " still those lips repeat 
 
 Then* closing evening prayer ; 
 " For ever " floats in music sweet, 
 
 High 'raids! the angels there.
 
 132 LITTLE ANGEL NELLIE. 
 
 LITTLE ANGEL NELLIE. 
 
 WHEN the drooping blue bells lingered 
 On the mossy grass-grown hill, 
 
 And the little snowy star-flower 
 Bent upon the flowing rill ; 
 
 When the lovely babe of summer 
 Wooed the breezes wandering by, 
 
 Then our little angel Nellie 
 Folded her soft wings to die ; 
 
 Twilight had her curtains gathered, 
 Pinned them gently with a star, 
 
 And the fragrant summer zephyrs 
 Floated sweetly from afar ; 
 
 Softly kissed the marble forehead 
 
 Of our little guileless one, 
 Lightly waved the golden ringlets 
 
 Tinted by the setting sun. 
 
 Then the snowy lid was lifted 
 From above the violet eye, 
 
 And a voice of music silvery 
 
 Whispered low, a sweet good-bye. 
 
 Tearful eyes were bending o'er her, 
 Lent " love glories " to her own ; 
 
 Gentle voices, sad and mournful, 
 Answered low her trembling tone.
 
 DREAMING OF ANGELS. 133 
 
 But the idol fair was shattered, 
 
 Sweetly had the spirit fled ; 
 Plumed were her bright wings for heaven, 
 And the blue-eyed one was dead. 
 
 Then with care the shining ringlets 
 Twined they from her marble brow, 
 
 Clasped the dimpled hand and whispered 
 " Nellie is an angel now.*' 
 
 Pressed the last kiss on her forehead, 
 Round her wrapped the robe of white, 
 
 Rosebuds twined amid her tresses 
 Sadly breathed the last good-night. 
 
 Heaven retaineth now our treasure, 
 
 Earth the lowly casket keeps : 
 And the sunbeams love to linger 
 
 Where our little Nellie sleeps. 
 
 DREAMING OF ANGELS. 
 
 COME in beautiful dreams, love, 
 
 come to me oft, 
 When the light wing of sleep 
 
 On my bosom lies soft ; 
 come when the sea, 
 
 In the moon's gentle light,
 
 134 DREAMING OF ANGELS. 
 
 Beats low on the ear, 
 
 Like the pulse of the night 
 
 When the sky and the wave 
 Wear their loveliest hue, 
 
 When the dew's on the flower, 
 And the star on the dew. 
 
 Come in beautiful dreams, love, 
 
 come, and we'll stray 
 Where the whole year is crowned 
 
 With the blossoms of May 
 Where each sound is as sweet 
 
 As the coo of the dove, 
 And the gales are as soft 
 
 As the breathings of love ; 
 Where the winds kiss the waves 
 
 And the waves kiss the beach, 
 And our warm lips may catch 
 
 The sweet lessons they teach. 
 
 Come in beautiful dreams, love, 
 
 O come, and we'll fly, ,, 
 Like two winged spirits 
 
 Of love through the sky ; 
 With hand clasped in hand, 
 
 On dream-wings we'll go, 
 Where the starlight and moonlight 
 
 Are blending their glow ;
 
 CAN WE FORGET DEPARTED FRIENDS? 135 
 
 And on bright clouds we'll linger 
 
 Through long dreary hours, 
 'Till love's angels envy 
 
 That heaven of ours. 
 
 CAN WE FORGET DEPARTED FRIENDS? 
 
 WHO ever looked upon yon starry spheres, 
 
 Which brightly shine from out the dark-blue sky, 
 Nor called to mind the friends of other years, 
 The hopes, the joys, the transient smiles and tears, 
 Gushing from out where hurried memories lie, . 
 And waking the full heart to highest ecstasy? 
 
 0, what a glorious vision, when the moon, 
 
 Silently gliding through her pathless way, 
 Has reached the extremest point of her high noon, 
 Shedding o'er this our earth her radiant boon, 
 While twinkling stars, and orbs of steadier ray, 
 Shine with a light that mocks the intenser glare of 
 day. 
 
 O, who has ever gazed on such a scene, 
 
 Nor thought the spirit of the blest were there ? 
 Who, that beholds not in that blue serene 
 Bright isles, the abode of pleasures yet unseen, 
 Except by those who, freed from mortal care, 
 Have winged their raptured flight to realms of up- 
 per air.
 
 136 CAN WE FORGET DEPARTED FRIENDS? 
 
 The mother, who has watched with sleepless eye 
 
 Her babe, and rocked with tireless foot the while, 
 And when she saw the little sufferer die, 
 Bowed her meek head, and wept in agony, 
 Fancies she hears, in yonder starry isle, 
 Her little cherub's voice, and sees his angel smile. 
 
 0, ye departed spirits of my sires, 
 
 And ye, the loved ones of my childhood's days, 
 While now I look on yonder heavenly fires, 
 Methinks I hear you tune your seraph lyres ; 
 Methinks I see you bend your pitying gaze 
 On him who still must tread alone earth's gloomy 
 
 maze. 
 
 Jf* 
 
 Thou angel spirit, who so oft didst sing 
 
 My infant cares to sleep upon thy breast, 
 Let me but hear the rustling of thy wing 
 Around thy child its guardian influence fling ! 
 O, come thou from the island of the blest, 
 
 And bear my weary soul up to thy sainted rest ! 
 
 I 
 Can we forget departed friends ? Ah, no ! 
 
 Within our hearts their memory buried lies ; 
 The thought that where they are we too shall go 
 Will cast a light o'er darkest scenes of woe ! 
 For to their own blest dwellings in the skies, 
 The souls whom Christ sets free exultingly shall 
 rise!
 
 THE ANGEL FORMS. 137 
 
 THE ANGEL FOKMS. 
 
 I HAD a dream. It was one dark and gloomy 
 night, in the cold and dreary season of autumn, 
 just as the snows of winter were about to come 
 driving on according to the course of nature's 
 fixed and changeless laws. The evening in ' 
 question was very much in similarity to some 
 that are passing at the present time, bleak, cold 
 and cheerless, causing one to draw nearer the 
 heated grate, as of some old familiar friend. 
 Upon this eventful evening atl had retired to 
 embrace the sweet restorer, balmy sleep. 
 
 I had, during the day, been thinking of our 
 dear little Willie, who had one short week be- 
 fore been consigned to the cold and silent home 
 of the dead. His little form that before was 
 most dear to me, seemed to flit before my 
 vision, from " rnorn till dewy eve," and more 
 particularly at this time I had new and pecu- 
 liar scenes brought to my enraptured gaze. I 
 had retired and but just fallen into a kind of 
 reverie, when all at once it seemed as if a light 
 suddenly came stealing into my room. From 
 whence it issued I know not.
 
 138 THE ANGEL FORMS. 
 
 I was in a gorgeous palace, somewhat simi- 
 lar to Aladdin's, so beautifully portrayed in the 
 Arabian Nights Entertainment, decked with 
 jewels bright and lovely. I cannot give a good 
 description if I would. 
 
 Pen cannot record it, and if it could, imagi- 
 nation could not reveal it, no, for it was a glory 
 such as angels in heaven cannot express. Suf- 
 fice to say, the windows were composed of 
 precious stones, and glass of the purest and 
 richest hue, vicing even with the bright colors 
 of the rainbow that tints the eastern sky ; the 
 doors were of pure gold, of the brightest kind ; 
 the floors were of sparkling glass, resembling 
 the surface of some clear shaded stream, when 
 here and there a star, more fortunate than its 
 neighbor, peeped down to its depths below, cast- 
 ing its reflection back like a faint ray of 
 the morning sun through the frosted trees. 
 Taking all in all, it appeared to me as that 
 house not made with hands, eternal, and in the 
 heavens. 
 
 The light that first came peeping in seemed 
 to come nearer and nearer, until it was just at 
 t,he entrance of my door. Here a pause ensued, 
 as of some one listening. In a few moments
 
 THE ANGEL FORMS. 139 
 
 I heard a sound, but what it was I know not. 
 I tried to grasp but one word, and soon yes, 
 very soon, to my joy, I heard a single word. 
 In gentle tones, as from the tomb, the faint 
 echo came to my ear, " Lizzie ! " 
 
 I was still in suspense, as to whom it was so 
 quietly breathing forth my name, but I thought 
 it was. the voice of my beloved little Willie. I 
 remained in a silent mood, thinking if I made 
 the least noise the unknown one might take its 
 departure, and I be left alone. Soon I heard a 
 gentle tap at the door ; what to do I knew not, 
 but between hope and fear I arose and bade 
 the intruder enter. The massive golden door 
 sprung open, and in came, one after another, a 
 convoy of little angel cherubs. I stood bewil- 
 dered, amazed at the sight of the sweet, lovely 
 little creatures, fit only for mansions of light in 
 the Paradise of God. I cast my eyes around 
 to see if, perchance, little Willie might not 
 have strayed from Heaven's high port to the 
 dreary fields, " where living mortals lie." 
 
 Where least I expected to find him, stood 
 the once beautiful boy, now transformed into 
 an angel of light, at the head of the band. 
 He drew near to my side, whispered a word of
 
 140 THE ANGEL FORMS. 
 
 comfort, such as only angels could bestow, and 
 told me not to mourn his absence, for I soon 
 should come and dwell with him in his new 
 home, which he said was called Heaven, and 
 many angels were there, together with myriads 
 of redeemed spirits of earth. I, with wonder 
 and amazement, stood looking on the cherubic 
 legion, when a voice from one of a superior 
 order of angels was heard, bidding them hasten 
 to their ambrosial retreat, ere they should be- 
 come- tainted with the poisonous atmosphere 
 of this terrestrial earth, which would render them 
 totally unfit for the purities of Paradise. Wil- 
 lie whispered a word to me, ere he left, and 
 said that he would come again, and that I 
 must be ready to go with him to that eternal 
 world of joy. 
 
 The door closed ; the light vanished from my 
 enraptured vision, and I was left alone. I 
 awoke, and oh, it was all a dream ! 
 
 My Willie was truly in heaven, a beautiful 
 angel cherub, but I was here amid sin and sor- 
 row, awaiting the voice that would say unto 
 me, " Thou hast suffered enough in the dreary 
 regions of earth ; child, come home ; enjoy thy 
 rest."
 
 ANGELIC FORMS. 141 
 
 ANGELIC FORMS. 
 
 THERE are forms that are ever before us, 
 That seem kin to the angels above, 
 
 That cast in their loveliness o'er us 
 Strong feelings of friendship and love. 
 
 There are faces that cannot conceal 
 The riches the heart doth possess, 
 And the soul will its beauty reveal, 
 
 By those acts we can feebly express. 
 
 
 
 And these virtues are seldom combined, 
 With thy beauty of form, and of face, 
 
 But thy heart, and thy soul, and thy mind, 
 Lend a charm, no time can efface. 
 
 Thy step may grow feeble and slow, 
 And thy cheek be wasted and thin, 
 
 But no changes in life can o'erthrow 
 Those virtues concealed within.
 
 142 SOFTLY, PEACEFULLY. 
 
 SOFTLY, PEACEFULLY. 
 
 SOFTLY, peacefully- 
 Lay her to rest : 
 
 Place the turf lightly 
 On her young breast. 
 
 Gently, solemnly, 
 Bend o'er the bed, 
 
 Where you have pillowed 
 Thus early her head. 
 
 Plant a young willow 
 
 Close by her grave ; 
 Let its long branches 
 
 Soothingly wave. 
 'Twine a sweet rose-tree 
 
 Over the tomb ; 
 Sprinkle fresh buds there, 
 
 Beauty and bloom. 
 
 Let a bright fountain, 
 
 Limpid and clear, 
 Murmur its music, 
 
 Smile through a tear 
 Scatter its diamonds 
 
 Where the loved one lies, 
 Bright and starry, 
 
 Like angels' eyes.
 
 THE DEPARTED. 143 
 
 Then shall the bright birds, 
 
 On golden- wing, 
 Lingering over, 
 
 Murmuring sing ; 
 Then shall the soft breeze 
 
 Pensively sigh, 
 Bearing rich fragrance 
 
 And melody by. 
 
 Lay the sod lightly 
 
 Over her breast ; 
 Calm be her slumbers,' 
 
 Peaceful her rest. 
 Beautiful, lovely, 
 
 She was but given, 
 A fair bud to earth, 
 
 To blossom in heaven. 
 
 THE DEPARTED. * 
 
 How sweetly lingers 
 
 Around their memory soft and gentle light, 
 A track into the heavens serenely bright ; 
 
 TVith rosy fingers, 
 
 The summer twilight thus around us weaves 
 A glory tinting deep the forest leaves.
 
 144 THE DEPARTED. 
 
 Peacefully sleeping, 
 
 With Jesus hidden are the pious dead, ^ 
 For them no agonizing tears be shed ; 
 
 Angels are keeping, 
 
 In fond remembrance of their faith and trust, 
 
 \ 
 
 A silent watch where lies their mortal dust. 
 
 "We hail the departed, . 
 The dwellers on yon pure and peaceful shore, 
 Whose faces we behold on earth no more ; 
 
 When we are faint-hearted, 
 And dim within us burns the sacred light, 
 The thought of them shall make our pathway bright. 
 
 No fierce blast hovers 
 
 O'er all that bright and blessed spirit-realm, 
 No wintry clouds, surcharged with storms o'erwhelm, 
 
 God's presence covers, 
 With a mysterious radiance vale and hill, 
 Where the departed ones are living still. 
 
 There is no dying 
 
 For them who as the angels are become, 
 Within the brightness of that heavenly home ; 
 
 No grief or crying, 
 
 For all the former things have passed away, 
 In the soft air of an eternal day.
 
 DEPARTED SPIRIT. 145 
 
 DEPARTED SPIRIT. 
 
 Suggested by seeing the friends of the pious dead weeping 
 around their mortal remains. 
 
 I am dead, my spirit fled, 
 And quenched the vital flame, 
 
 When round my bed, with sacred tread, 
 The loved, who bear my name, 
 
 Shall come and stand a lonely band 
 
 0, shed no tears for me. 
 
 When I am dead, my spirit fled, 
 
 And dust to dust returns, 
 Let o'er my grave no cypress wave ; 
 
 Nor think of ashy urns 
 Sad tokens given of heart-strings riven 
 And shed no tears for me. 
 
 When I am dead, my spirit fled, 
 
 Let songs my requien^ be ; 
 Plant flowerets gay as cheerful May, 
 Where mourners bend the knee, 
 And hearts run o'er with days of yore ; 
 But shed no tears for me. 
 
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 146 DEPARTED SPIRIT. 
 
 When I am dead, my spirit fled, 
 Let faith my portion scan, 
 
 My trials o'er, my sins no more, 
 Upon my foes a ban, 
 
 A sweet relief from every grief; 
 
 Then why one tear for me ? 
 
 When I am dead, my spirit fled, 
 In heaven no tears shall fall, 
 
 But harps shall wake, and peans break, 
 
 And loud the angelic thrall 
 "A sinner saved! death, hell is braved !" 
 
 Then shed no tears for me. 
 
 When I am dead, my spirit fled, 
 To God the boon returned, 
 
 If life has been a scene of sin, 
 And in my heart have burned 
 
 Lust, pride and hate, then woes await, 
 
 And weep, O weep, o'er me.
 
 A RANSOMED SPIKIT. 147 
 
 A RANSOMED SPIRIT. 
 
 HUSH ! tread softly a ransomed spirit 
 
 Is leaving its earthly clay ; 
 And the angels are joyously waiting in He'aren 
 
 For the loved one that's called away. 
 
 The dew-drops are standing upon the pale brow, 
 
 Death's presence is felt in the room ; 
 The eye-lids are drooping, the heart grows cold, 
 
 And we know that she's marked for the tomb. 
 
 We shall miss the kind word and encouraging glance ; 
 
 The house will look cheerless and sad ; 
 For a chair will be vacant, a voice be missing, 
 
 When the loved of our circle has fled. 
 
 But we know, though she's lost to us here on earth, 
 
 She will have a bright home above ; 
 And will join in the angels' holy songs 
 
 Of joy, and praise, and love.
 
 14.8 LET TJS BE PATIENT. 
 
 LET US BE PATIENT. 
 
 LET us be patient. These severe afflictions 
 
 Not from the ground arise, 
 But oftentimes celestial benedictions 
 
 Assume the dark disguise. 
 
 And though at times, impetuous with emotion 
 
 And anguish long suppressed, 
 The swelling heart heaves, moaning like the ocean, 
 
 That cannot be at rest. 
 
 We will be patient, and assuage the feeling 
 
 We cannot wholly stay ; 
 By silence sanctifying, not concealing, 
 
 The grief that must have way. 
 
 We see but dimly through the mists and vapors 
 
 Amid these earthly damps ; 
 What seem to us like dim funereal tapers, 
 
 May be heaven's distant lamps. 
 
 ! , There is no death ; what seems so is transition ; 
 
 This life of mortal breath 
 Is but a suburb of the life elysian, 
 Whose portal we call death. 
 
 In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, 
 
 By guardian angels led, 
 Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, 
 
 He lives whom we call dead.
 
 'SHE SLEEPETH." 149 
 
 "SHE SLEEPETH." 
 
 SHE is not dead, the friend we've lov'd so long, 
 Our sister is not dead 'tis only sleep 
 
 That binds her eye-lids with a grasp so strong ; 
 She is not dead then wherefore do we weep ? 
 
 Why do we weep 1 Alas ! the sleep of death 
 
 Hath closed her eye-lids and hath marked her 
 brow ; 
 
 "Will not our Master call again her breath, 
 
 And cause the life-flood thro' her veins to flow ? 
 
 Had we the power to call our sister down 
 
 To our lone fire-sides from her Saviour's care, 
 
 Are we so selfish as to rob his crown 
 
 Of one pure blood- washed gem that sparkles there ? 
 
 We will not call her from the Spirit-land, 
 Much as we miss her kindly-beaming face, 
 
 And the warm, fervent pressure of her hand, 
 Her smile so full of tenderness and grace. 
 
 We will not call her back our world at best 
 Is filled with moanings of the stricken heart, 
 
 And in the mansions of our Saviour blest, 
 Grief never enters with its bitter smart.
 
 150 TO MY MOTHER. 
 
 Then let us bow submissive to His will, 
 
 Who hath the power to give and take away 
 
 A Father's love our yearning hearts shall fill, 
 His presence change our night of tears to day. 
 
 TO MY MOTHEE. 
 
 OFT I've thought of thee, my mother, 
 
 In the lonely hours of night, 
 While the winter storms were sighing 
 
 And the stars had hid their light ; 
 Hoarse the sleet came coldly beating 
 
 On the window's casement low, 
 Strong and vivid thought upwaking 
 
 Of the homestead by the knowe. 
 
 Backward to the Past I wandered, 
 
 To the old white-bearded Past, 
 Then he bade me sit beside him, 
 
 By the hand he held me fast ; 
 And, though not a word was spoken, 
 
 Not a whisper uttered low, 
 Still he told how thou didst love me 
 
 In the homestead by the knowe. 
 
 Straight he pointed to the bedside, 
 And I saw one standing there
 
 TO A BROTHER IN HEAVEN. 151 
 
 Deeply listening to my verses, 
 
 And my little rhyming prayer, 
 Heard I then her gentle blessing, 
 
 In a voice so soft and low, 
 That I knew my saint-like mother 
 
 In the homestead by the knowe. 
 
 TO A BROTHER IN HEAVEN. 
 
 MY brother dear, ah ! can it be 
 Thou art no more distressed ? 
 
 That Death hath kindly set thee free, 
 And thou art now at rest ! 
 
 E'en so my fancy painteth thee, 
 With Him who reigns above, 
 
 Join'd with a goodly company, 
 Whose conduct flows from love ! 
 
 While here, thy God enabled thee 
 
 To feel thy sins forgiven ; 
 And tearfully we raise our thanks 
 
 That thou art blest in Heaven. 
 
 No more thy voice salutes the ear 
 
 In tones of family 4ove : 
 No more thy songs on earth we hear, 
 
 Although thou sing'st above.
 
 152 THE WAT TO HEAVEN. 
 
 The viol and the flute lie still, 
 As though thy hands were dead ; 
 
 Or as if none had power or will 
 To use them in thy stead. 
 
 Perhaps if God will thee allow 
 To leave the throne above, 
 
 Thou'ltf be our guardian angel now, 
 Borne on the wings of love. 
 
 THE WAY TO HEAVEN. 
 
 THE way that leads from earth to heaven 
 
 Must be maintained by strife ; 
 All who have walked therein have striven 
 
 To win the crown of life. 
 It is a way with ills beset, 
 
 Apparent and concealed ; 
 These must in strength divine be met, 
 
 And boldly brought to yield. 
 But he who blindly seeks his ease, 
 
 And folds his hands to rest, 
 Will miss the prize that might be his, 
 
 And fail of being blessed.
 
 THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN. 153 
 
 THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN. 
 
 THOUGHTS of Heaven ! they come when low 
 The summer-eve's breeze doth faintly blow, 
 When the mighty sea shines clear, unstirred 
 By the wavering tide, or the dipping bird ; 
 They come in the rush of the surging storm, 
 When the blackening waves rear their giant form, 
 When o'er the dark rock curl the breakers white, 
 And the terrible lightnings rend the night 
 When the noble ship hath vainly striven 
 With the tempest's might, come thoughts of Heaven. 
 
 They come where man doth not intrude, 
 
 In the untracked forest's solitude ; 
 
 In the stillness of the gray rocks' height, 
 
 Whence the lonely eagle takes his flight ; 
 
 On peaks, where lie the eternal snows ; 
 
 In the sun-bright isle, 'mid its rich repose ; 
 
 In the healthy glen, by the dark, clear lake ; 
 
 Where the fair swan sails from her silent brake ; 
 
 Where Nature reigns in her deepest rest, 
 
 Pure thoughts of Heaven come unrepressed. 
 
 They come as we gaze on the midnight sky, 
 When the star-gemmed vault looks dark and high, 
 And the soul, on the wings of thought sublime, 
 Soars from the dim world and the bounds of Time,
 
 154 THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN. 
 
 Till the mental eye becomes unsealed, 
 And the mystery of being in light revealed. 
 They rise in the Gothic chapel dim, 
 When slowly bursts forth the holy hymn, 
 And the organ's rich tones swell full and high, 
 Till the roof peals back the melody. 
 
 Thoughts of Heaven ! from his joy beguiled, 
 They come to the bright-eyed, artless child ; 
 To the man of age in his dim decay, 
 Bringing hope his youth has not borne away ; 
 To the woe-smit soul in its dark distress, 
 As flowers spring up in the wilderness ; 
 And in silent chambers of the dead 
 Where the mourner goes with soundless tread ; 
 For, as the day-beams freely fall, 
 Pure thoughts of Heaven are sent to all.
 
 THE INDIAN'S DREAM OP HEAVEN. 155 
 
 THE INDIAN'S DREAM OF HEAVEN. 
 
 THE Indian dreamed of a land far away, 
 
 Where mountains swell proudly, and wild streamlets 
 
 play, 
 
 Where bright, verdant dells glance up like a dream, 
 And mirror the form of the wild mountain stream. 
 
 He dreamed of a hunting ground far, far away, 
 Where deer roam in freedom, and the wild chamois 
 
 play; 
 
 Where nought broke the hush of the wild forest glade, 
 Save the low, plaintive murmur the forest stream 
 
 made. 
 
 A beautiful land was the land of his dream, 
 With a flood of rich glory, more bright in its sheen 
 Than e'er shed its light on mortal's dim vision, 
 And this was the Indian's dream of Elysium.
 
 156 FIKST MOMENTS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 FIRST MOMENTS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 WHERE am I? gentle strangers, say, 
 
 I pray you speak me fair ; 
 This brightness ! is it earthly day ? 
 
 This fragrance ! mortal air ? 
 
 My couch was dark, disturbed my rest, 
 
 But now all pain is o'er ; 
 A bitter pang my heart oppressed ; 
 
 I can recall no more. 
 
 I left the mourners round my bed, 
 My children, too, were near, 
 
 My gentle wife, who thought me dead, 
 Will joy to find me here. 
 
 For all things here most happy seem, 
 
 And beautiful to view ; 
 Is it a dream ? Yet 't is no dream 
 
 That I am happy too. 
 
 These robes of white, this wand of palm, 
 The crown that decks my brow ; 
 All, all are real ; no false charm, 
 No phantom cheats me now.
 
 A VISION OP HEAVEN. 157 
 
 A VISION OF HEAVEN. 
 
 ONCE, with a fearful, trembling hand, 
 
 I drew aside the veil, to see 
 The glories of the heavenly land, 
 
 The brightness of eternity. 
 But soon the vision overcame, 
 And terror seized my quaking frame. 
 
 I looked, I saw, but O ! the light, 
 The bliss, the splendor of the place, 
 
 The shining host, who all unite 
 In songs before Jehovah's face ! 
 
 A sudden dimness seized my eye ; 
 
 For who could look on Deity ? 
 
 One sight I caught of heaven's high train, 
 One glimpse of my eternal home ; 
 
 I heard one sweet, melodious strain, 
 And all my powers were overcome. 
 
 I fell aghast ; my senses fled ; 
 
 Nor dared I raise again my head. 
 
 The sight, O ! ne'er shall I forget ; 
 
 The song still vibrates on my ear ; 
 When shall I reach that blest estate 
 
 When in yon holy throng appear ? 
 Haste, Jesus ! fetch my soul away, 
 To dwell with thee in endless day.
 
 158 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 
 
 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 
 
 " EACH time that a good child dies, an angel 
 of God comes down to earth, takes the dead 
 child in his arms, spreads abroad his large, snow- 
 white wings, flies forth over all those places 
 which the child had loved, and plucks a whole 
 handful of flowers, which he bears upward with 
 him. to the throne of God, that they may bloom 
 there in yet greater loveliness than they had ever 
 bloomed on earth. The good God folds all these 
 flowers to his bosom, but upon the flower which 
 he loveth best he breathes a kiss, and then a 
 voice is given to it and it can join in the song of 
 universal blessedness." 
 
 Lo, all this did an angel of God relate whilst 
 he bore a little child to heaven ; and the child 
 heard as if in a dream, and the angel winged 
 his flight over those spots in the child's home 
 where the little one had been wont to play, and 
 they passed through gardens which were filled 
 with glorious flowers. 
 
 " Which of all these shall we take with us, 
 and plant in heaven ? " asked the angel. 
 
 Now there stood in the garden a slender and
 
 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 159 
 
 beautiful rose-tree; but a wicked hand had 
 broken the stem, so that its boughs hung around 
 it withered though laden with large, half-unfold- 
 ed buds. 
 
 " The poor rose-tree," said the child ; " let us 
 take it with us, that it may bloom above in the 
 presence of God." 
 
 And the angel took the rose-tree, and kissed 
 the child, because of the words it had spoken ; 
 and the little one half opened its eyes. They 
 then plucked some of the gorgeous flowers that 
 grew in the garden, but they also gathered the 
 despised butter-cup, and the wild hearts-ease. 
 
 " Now, then, we have flowers ! " exclaimed the 
 child ; and the angel bowed his head ; but he 
 winged not yet his flight towards the throne of 
 God. It was night, all was still ; they remained 
 in the great city, they hovered over one of the 
 narrow streets, in which lay heaps of straw, 
 ashes, and rubbish, for it was flitting-day. 
 
 Fragments of plate, broken mortar, rags, and 
 old hats, lay scattered around, all which bore a 
 very uninviting aspect. 
 
 The angel pointed out, in t}ie midst of all 
 this confused rubbish, some broken fragments 
 of a flower-pot, and a clump of earth which
 
 160 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 
 
 had fallen out of it, and was only held together 
 by the withered roots of a wild flower, that had 
 been thrown into the street because it was con- 
 sidered utterly worthless. 
 
 " We will take this with us," said the angel ; 
 " and I will tell thee why, as we soar upwards 
 together to the throne of God." 
 
 So they resumed their flight, and the angel 
 thus related his story : 
 
 " Down in that narrow street, in the lowest 
 cellar, there once dwelt a poor, sick boy ; from 
 his very infancy, he was almost bed-ridden. 
 On his best days, he could take two or three 
 turns on crutches across the little chamber, and 
 that was all he could do. On a few days in 
 summer the beams of the sun used to penetrate 
 for half an hour to the floor of the cellar ; and 
 when the poor boy sat there, and let the warm 
 sun shine upon him, and looked at the bright 
 red blood flowing through his delicate fingers, 
 as he held them before his face, then it was 
 said of him, ' He has been out to-day.' A 
 neighbor's son used always to bring him one 
 of the young boughs of the beech-tree, when it 
 was first budding into life, and this was all he 
 knew of the woods in their beauteous clothing
 
 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 161 
 
 of spring verdure. Then he would place this 
 bough above his head, and dream that he was un- 
 der the beech-trees, where the sun was shining, 
 and the birds were singing. On one spring 
 day, the neighbor's son brought him some wild 
 flowers, and amongst these there happened to 
 be one that had retained its root, and for this 
 reason it was placed in a flower-pot and placed 
 upon the window-sill, quite close to the bed. 
 And the flower was planted by a fortunate 
 hand, and it grew and sent forth new shoots, 
 and bore flowers every year ; it was the sick 
 boy's most precious flower-garden, his little 
 treasure on earth, he watered it, and cherish- 
 ed it, and took care that the very last sunbeam 
 which glided through the lowly window, should 
 shine upon its blossoms. And these flowers 
 were interwoven in his dreams, for him they 
 bloomed, for him they shed around their fragrance 
 and rejoiced the eye with their beauty ; and when 
 the Lord called him hence, he turned, even in 
 death, towards his cherished plant. He has now 
 been a year with God, a year has the flower stood 
 forgotten in the window, and now it is withered, 
 therefore has it been thrown out with the rub- 
 bish into the street. And this is the flower, 
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 162 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 
 
 the poor withered flower, which we have added 
 to our nosegay, for this flower has imparted 
 more joy than the rarest and brightest blossoms 
 which ever bloomed in the garden of a queen." 
 
 "But how comest thou to know all this?" 
 asked the child whom the angel was bearing 
 with him to heaven. 
 
 " I know it," replied the angel, " for I was 
 myself the little sick boy who went upon 
 crutches. I know my flower well." 
 
 And now the child altogether unclosed his 
 eyes, and gazed into the bright glorious counte- 
 nance of the angel, and at the same moment 
 they found themselves in the Paradise of God, 
 where joy and blessedness forever dwell. 
 
 And God folded the dead child to his heart, 
 and he received wings like the other angel, and 
 flew hand in hand with him. And all the 
 flowers also God folded to his heart, but upon 
 the poor withered wild-flower he breathed a 
 kiss, and a voice was given to it, and it sang 
 together with all the angels which encircled the 
 throne of God ; some very nigh unto his pres- 
 ence, others encompassing these in their widen- 
 ing circles, until they reached into infinity itself, 
 but all alike were happy. And they all sang
 
 THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS. 163 
 
 with one voice, little and great; the good, 
 blessed child, and the poor wild flower, which 
 had lain withered and cast out among the 
 sweepings, and under the rubbish of the flit- 
 ting-day, in the midst of the dark, narrow 
 street. 
 
 O COME, pluck sweet flowers 
 In life's earliest hours, 
 
 Entwine a bright wreath for thy brow ; 
 That their fragrance may last 
 When thy skies are o'ercast, 
 
 Their perfume around thy path throw. 
 
 When thy young eye is bright, 
 When thy spirits are light, 
 
 Go, gather the sweet flowers of love ; 
 Let meekness and truth 
 Be the flowers of thy youth, 
 
 And that kindness which comes from above. 
 
 Let wisdom direct 
 
 Thy young hand to select 
 
 Those flowerets which never decay ; 
 Let faith and hope bind 
 A bouquet for the mind, 
 
 Fading not in life's wintery day.
 
 164 TO THE FLOWEK3. 
 
 I 
 
 Let the pages of truth 
 Fill thy memory, in youth, 
 
 With their precepts and lessons sublime ; 
 With a peace-loving mind, 
 With good will to mankind, 
 
 Those jewels untarnished by time. 
 
 TO THE FLOWEKS. 
 
 YOUR voiceless lips-, flowers ! are living preachers ; 
 
 Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf a book, 
 Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers 
 From loneliest nook ! 
 
 Floral apostles ! that, in dewy splendor, 
 
 " Weep without woe, and blush without a crime," 
 0, may I deeply learn, and ne'er surrender, 
 Your lore sublime ! 
 
 " Thou wast not, Solomon, in all thy glory, 
 
 Arrayed," the lilies cry, " in robes like ours ! 
 How vain your grandeur ! Ah how transitory 
 Are human flowers ! " 
 
 In the sweet-scented pictures, heavenly Artist, 
 
 With which thou paintest Nature's wide-spread 
 
 hall, 
 
 What a delightful lesson thou impartest 
 Of love to all!
 
 TO THE FLOWERS. 165 
 
 Not useless are ye, flowers! though made for 
 
 pleasure, 
 
 Blooming o'er field and wave by day and night ; 
 From every source your sanction bids me treasure 
 Harmless delight. 
 
 Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary 
 
 For such a world of thought could furnish scope ? 
 Each fading calyx a memento mori, 
 Yet fount of hope ! 
 
 Posthumous glories ! angel-like collection ! 
 
 Upraised from seed or bulb interred in earth, 
 Te are to me a type of resurrection, 
 And second birth. 
 
 Were I, God ! in churchless lands remaining, 
 
 Far from all voice of teachers or divines, 
 My soul would find, in flowers of thy ordaining, 
 Priests, sermons, shrines I
 
 166 THE FLOWERS. 
 
 THE FLOWERS. 
 
 THOSE sweet summer flowers, 
 
 Blossoming with all their colors gay, 
 
 Sparkling within their leafy bowers, 
 Oh, bid them pass ;uot away ! 
 
 I would the meek, lovely train, 
 
 So beautiful in bloom, 
 Might ever their charms retain 
 And yield their rich perfume. 
 
 Yes, I would the lovely flowers 
 
 Might ever, ever live, 
 And to our hearts instruction bring, 
 
 And soothing influence give. 
 
 'Dearly do I love the summer flowers 
 
 And all their leafy bowers, 
 Whispering ever of the world above 
 
 Where spirits pure are joined in love. 
 
 But sad the thought, each gift is only lent, 
 
 For a brief, transient day ; 
 As, by a gentle zephyr's breath 
 
 They are quickly borne away. 
 
 Each lovely thing on earth, 
 
 Is doomed to fade from its birth, 
 The early dew, the sun's parting ray, 
 * Are fading and passing away.
 
 THE TRANSPLANTED FLO WEE. 167 
 
 And so 'tis with each of us ! 
 
 All that live must soon decay, 
 Each lovely thing to which we cling, 
 
 Must ere long give away. 
 
 Then let us seek a home on high, 
 
 Where flowers never, never die ; 
 Lay up our Treasures in the sky, 
 
 The Spirit's blest abode ; 
 
 THE TRANSPLANTED FLOWER. 
 
 T WAS evening ; and a lovely child 
 
 Kneeling in prayer, 
 Breathed forth her spirit's thankfulness 
 
 For holy care. 
 . She prayed for all ; and ere she closed, 
 
 Asked God to take 
 Kind watch of her while sleeping there, 
 
 Till she should wake. 
 'T was morning ; and that little one 
 
 Was summoned hence ; 
 God sent an angel in the night 
 
 For Innocence ; . 
 And seeing that pure tender bud, 
 
 So calm and still, 
 He gathered it, but to obey 
 
 His Maker's will.
 
 168 A FLOWER IN HEAVEN. 
 
 A FLOWER IN HEAVEN. 
 
 On the Death of Ella M. Pinkham. 
 
 OUR Ella's gone: 
 
 She's gone from friends, from parents dear, 
 Who've watched with care each passing year ; 
 From those rejoicing to behold 
 Treasures of mind in youth unfold ; 
 From those who loved her fond caress, 
 From those she lived on earth to bless, 
 From those who taught her " lips to sing 
 The praises of our heavenly King ; " 
 From tender friends she's quickly torn, 
 Their loss they now in sadness mourn ; 
 
 From all she's gone. 
 
 Where has she gone ? 
 The angels said, who heard her songs, 
 " She more to heaven than earth belongs ; " 
 Then came disease and oped the door, 
 And from our arms our treasure tore : 
 But near, there watched an angel band, 
 Who took our Ella by the hand, 
 They showed her little feet the way 
 To realms of joy in endless day. 
 Now, with new songs high heaven rings, 
 For there our darling Ella sings ; 
 She lives in heaven.
 
 FLOTVERS. 169 
 
 FLOWERS. 
 
 ONE morning, as. I slowly strayed 
 
 Along a meadow bright and green, 
 Which in unconscious beauty laid 
 
 Two bright and sunny hills between ; 
 I saw a fairy little child 
 
 Gathering the flowers which sweetly smiled 
 Bright as a dream, 
 Beside a stream, 
 Which lightly, musically played 
 Along that meadow bright and green. 
 
 I asked the child why thus she sought 
 At morn, the margin of that stream, 
 
 And plucked the flowers whose forms were caught 
 And mirrored in its sunny gleam ; 
 
 She answered, as she sweetly smiled, 
 
 " I pluck these flowers blooming wild, 
 While morning's dew 
 Perfects each hue, 
 
 And bear them home', for I have thought 
 
 They make our home more cheerful seem."
 
 170 "ABE THERE FLOWERS IN HEAVEN?" 
 
 Thus, thought I, it is well to go 
 
 And gather love's and friendship's flowers, 
 Along that stream whose waters flow 
 
 Through frowning wastes and lovelit bowers, 
 Towards that vast unbounded sea, 
 The distant, dread eternity ; 
 And when at last 
 Life's morn is past, 
 
 These flowers, unfading, still may glow 
 And cheer the gloom of sadder hours. 
 
 "ARE THERE FLOWERS IN HEAVEN?" 
 
 LANGUID and dying a sweet boy lay 
 Watching the gleam of each crimson ray 
 That tinted the clouds with a radiant crest, 
 As the sun sank peacefully down to rest ; 
 And the stars came forth with their silver light, 
 And the fair day slept on the breast of night. 
 
 Then the child looked up with a peaceful smile 
 "Mother," he whispered she wept the while 
 " Like the last faint gleam of the lingering day 
 The boy, ere the morn, will have passed away." 
 Then a tear-drop gleamed in her soft blue eye, 
 For she knew that her beautiful boy must die.
 
 "ARE THERE FLOWERS m HEAVEN?" 171 
 
 u Flowers, sweet brother ! " a little girl cried 
 And lightly she sprang to the sick boy's side ; 
 " Roses, and lilies, and violets blue, 
 Spangled and gemmed with the evening dew ! " 
 And the eye of the dying one brightened with plea- 
 sure 
 As over the pillow she 'scattered her treasure. 
 
 For each dewy dingle the sweet boy knew, 
 Where strawberries nestled and wild flowers grew, 
 He lifted the buds and he turned them o'er, 
 For he knew he should visit their haunts no more ; 
 He felt from them all he must soon be riven, 
 And he mournfully -sighed, " are there flowers in 
 Heaven?" 
 
 " There are, there are, my beautiful child ; 
 Not all the loveliness, pure and wild, 
 Of the blossoms of earth, so dewy and fair, 
 ^May vie with a leaf of the flowers that are there ; 
 Here, they are fragile and wither away, 
 There, they are fadeless and never decay. 
 
 Then the child's face lit with a radiant light, * 
 
 And the mother watched through the long, long 
 
 night ; 
 
 Till the wild bird carolled his songs of joy, 
 And the sun looked in on that beautiful boy ; 
 But an endless morn to the child was given, 
 He had gone to d"well with the " flowers in Heaven."
 
 172 SPUING FLOWERS. 
 
 SPEING FLOWERS. 
 
 THE flowers ! the lovely flowers ! 
 
 They are springing forth again ; 
 And opening their gentle eyes 
 
 In forest and in plain ! 
 They cluster round the ancient stems, 
 
 And ivied roots of trees, 
 Like children playing gracefully 
 
 About a father's knees. 
 
 The flowers ! the lovely flowers ! 
 
 Their pure and radiant* eyes 
 Greet us where e'er we turn our steps, 
 
 Like angels from the skies ! 
 They say that nought exists on earth, 
 
 However poor and small, 
 Unseen by God ; the meanest things, 
 
 He careth for them all ! 
 
 The flowers ! the lovely flowers ! 
 
 The fairest type are they 
 Of the soul springing from its night 
 
 To sunshine and to day ; 
 For though they lie all dead and cold, 
 
 With winter snow above, 
 The glorious spring doth call them forth 
 
 To happiness and love.
 
 I CAXNOT STOOP TO FLOTVERS. 173 
 
 I CANNOT STOOP TO FLOWERS. 
 
 A GKAT-HAIKED man to me declared, 
 " I cannot stoop to flowers ! " 
 
 To man and God his head he bared, 
 To paltry pelf he cowers. 
 
 To meditate, great Hervey sought 
 The gardens and the bowers ; 
 
 His mind the healthy dew-drops caught, 
 While stooping to the flowers. 
 
 The meanest flower of earth was made 
 
 By that great God of ours ; 
 He everything created bade 
 
 God stooped to make the flowers. 
 
 The brightest gems of flowering fields 
 Grown brilliant with the dew, 
 
 Our God his care in goodness yields, 
 And stoops to kiss them too. 
 
 " I cannot stoop so low as flowers," 
 
 I heard the old man say ; 
 His heart warmed not at sunny hours, 
 
 Nor the garden gems of May. 
 
 Can Heaven propitious be to him 
 
 Whose disposition soars 
 Amid bewitching fragrance in 
 
 The garden with the flowers ?
 
 174 PRECEPTS OF FLOWEKS. 
 
 PKECEPTS OF FLOWEKS. 
 
 OH ! lovely flowers, how meet ye seem 
 
 Man's frailty to portray, 
 Blooming so fair in morning's beam, 
 
 Passing at eve away ! 
 
 Teach this, and though but brief your reign, 
 Sweet flowers, ye shall not live in vain. 
 
 Go, form a monitory wreath 
 
 For Youth's unthinking brow ; 
 Go, and to busy Manhood breathe 
 
 What most he fears to know ; 
 Go, strew the path where Age doth tread, 
 And tell him of the silent dead. 
 
 But whilst to thoughtless ones and gay 
 
 Ye breathe these truths severe, 
 To those who droop in pale decay 
 
 Have ye no words of cheer ? 
 Oh, yes ! ye weave a double spell, 
 And death and life betoken well. 
 
 Go, then, where, wrapt in fear and gloom, 
 
 Fond hearts and true are sighing, 
 And wreathe with emblematic bloom 
 
 The pillow of the dying ; 
 And softly speak, nor speak in vain, 
 Of the long sleep and broken chain.
 
 THE USE OF FLOWERS. 175 
 
 And say, that He who from the dust 
 
 Recalls the slumbering flower, 
 Will surely visit those who trust 
 
 His mercy and his power, 
 Will mark where sleeps their peaceful clay. 
 And roll, ere long, the stone away ! 
 
 THE USE OF FLOWERS. 
 
 GOD might have made the earth bring forth 
 
 Enough for great and small, 
 The oak tree and the cedar tree, 
 
 Without a flower at all. 
 
 He might have made enough, enough 
 
 For every want of ours 
 For luxury, medicine, and toil, 
 
 And yet have made no flowers. 
 
 Then, wherefore, wherefore were they made, 
 
 All dyed with rainbow light, 
 All fashioned with supremest grace, 
 
 Upspringing day and night, 
 
 Springing in valleys green and low, 
 
 And on the mountain high, 
 And in the silent wilderness, 
 
 Where no man passes by ?
 
 176 BEIGHT FLOWERS. 
 
 Our outward life requires them not ; 
 
 Then wherefore had they birth? 
 To minister delight to man, 
 
 To beautify the earth, 
 
 To comfort man, to whisper hope 
 Whene'er his faith is dun ; 
 
 For whoso careth for the flowers 
 Will also care for him. 
 
 BKIGHT FLOWEKS. 
 
 BRIGHT flowers, bright to glad our sight- 
 Ye spread the meadows green, 
 And naught that's fair 
 Can here compare, 
 That we have ever seen. 
 
 Thou violet blue, with beauty's hue 
 Upon thy slender stem, 
 
 Within thy bed 
 
 Thy modest head 
 In lowliness doth bend. 
 
 Bright flowers, bright ye are a light 
 To us from birth to tomb ; 
 A something rare 
 In beauty fair 
 That only dies to bloom.
 
 BRIGHT PLOTTERS. 177 
 
 Bright roses, 'bright the red, the white, 
 Twined iii Nature's diadem, 
 Ye are the one 
 That those hath won 
 To be her brightest gem. 
 
 White lily, pure may those endure, 
 Nor waste thyself in vain ; 
 
 A lesson give 
 
 To us to live 
 Like thee, without a stain. 
 
 May all we do be pure as you 
 On earth run out our span, 
 
 And up above 
 
 "With those we love, 
 Be planted by his hand. 
 
 Bright daisies sweet, around our feet 
 ' May ye forever grow, 
 And o'er us spread, 
 When we are dead, 
 Above when we are low. 
 
 Bright flowers thus, when we are dust, 
 May ye our grave-sides tend, 
 
 And long may shine, 
 , Forever twine 
 About th' abodes of men. 
 12
 
 178 SUJrXIEK FLOWERS. 
 
 SUMMER FLOWERS. 
 
 STJJIMEE flowers, Summer flowers, 
 What beauty do they bear ! 
 Their gorgeous hues, 
 With Heaven's dews, 
 Are glistening everywhere ; 
 The morning air with perfume filled, 
 Distilled from out their bowers, 
 Our senses fill 
 Our hearts enthrill, 
 With the breath of Summer flowers. 
 
 Summer flowers, Summer flowers 
 Are scattered o'er the plain ; 
 
 And the hill-sides, too, 
 
 With violets blue, 
 Are blooming once again. 
 And all a-down the streamlet's banks, 
 Where crystal waters flow, 
 
 The lily white, 
 
 The cowslip bright, 
 And nodding blue-bells grow. 
 
 Summer flowers, Summer flowers, 
 Will soon be gone again ; 
 Will pass away, 
 Till another day, 
 From valley, hill and plain.
 
 HOW LOVELY ARE THE FLOWERS 179 
 
 Such, too, is life ! In morning's prime, 
 When youth and Hope is ours ; 
 "We bloom to-day, 
 Then pass away 
 As passeth Summer flowers. 
 
 HOW LOVELY ARE THE FLOWERS. 
 
 How lovely are the flowers, 
 That in the valley smile I 
 They seem like forms of angels, 
 
 Pure and free from guile. 
 
 >? 
 But one thing mars their beauty, 
 
 It does not always last : 
 They droop, and fade, and wither, 
 
 Ere the summer's past. 
 
 And 1 am like that flower, 
 That blooms in fragrant May ; 
 
 When days of sickness find me, 
 Then I fade away. 
 
 Then let me seek the beauty, 
 
 That innocence can give ; 
 For when this life is over, 
 
 That will ever live.
 
 180 THE TRUE END OF BEING. 
 
 THE TRUE END OF BEING. 
 "NONE OF us LIVETH TO HIMSELF." 
 
 NOT to myself I live, 
 The whispering sunbeam seems to say, 
 As from the gladdening fount of day 
 It swiftly wings its cheerful way : 
 
 This is my Being's great design 
 No selfish wills that light confine, 
 But on the starry world I shine. 
 
 Not to ourselves we live 
 The starry hosts in concert sing 
 When shadowy eve begins to spring ; 
 To others then we freely bring 
 
 The light that we receive, 
 And blending then the cheerful ray, 
 We come at silent close of day, 
 To watch the hours of night away. 
 
 Not to ourselves we live 
 The blooming flowers bring sweet reply, 
 To bless the earth like stars more nigh 
 Than those that cheer the distant sky, 
 
 Our life of bloom we give ; 
 To others' ears, at others' feet 
 We breathe to shed our fragrance sweet, 
 That smiles of heaven and earth may meet.
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 181 
 
 "We live in deeds, not years ; in thought, not breath ; 
 In feelings, not in figures on the dial. 
 We should count Time by heart throbs when they 
 
 beat 
 For God, for man, for duty. He most lives 
 
 Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best ; 
 Life is but a means unto an end, that end, 
 Beginning, mean and end to all things, God. 
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 
 
 IN a wild and turbulent ocean, there was an 
 island of wonderful beauty and repose. The 
 tempests of the deep folded their wings on its 
 shore, and, if the waves sometimes beat angrily 
 there, their howls were softened to a pleasant 
 murmur, in the calm, pure air. 
 
 Clouds flew over the sky, shadows crept 
 among the trees, and showers descended upon 
 the flowers ; but the sun soon looked out from 
 the blossoms more freely in the warm, humid 
 atmosphere. Birds of many tones sang in the 
 scented pines, and the summer breezes came 
 and seated lovingly around the sweet scented* 
 leaves, uttering low, soft sounds, like the mel-
 
 182 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 
 
 ody of hymns heard in dreams.' Little springs 
 gushed up amongst bright green moss, beneath 
 the gnarled roots of old trees, and, with silvery 
 voices went murmuring down the shaded grassy 
 lanes, where wreathing evergreens and violets 
 hide from the eye ; or, they glided by the foot- 
 path, and talked with the glistening sundew, 
 that looks up to heaven through tears, like 
 gentle contrition, that, even amidst forgiveness, 
 still grieves. 
 
 The fragrant trees, the birds, the dreamy 
 flower, the lulling streams, the quiet ponds that 
 mirror the dark overhanging firs, the dim reli- 
 gious light of the dense woods, where the sun- 
 gleams are so few and fitful that the sarracenia 
 peeps timidly from the moist earth, all these 
 had a spell to attract thither finely-developed 
 spirits. 
 
 But an angel dwelt there, whose soul was in 
 harmony with all this beauty, and who could 
 interpret its mystic language to those who stood 
 midway between the ideal world and the world 
 of form and sense. 
 
 Spirits yet higher had instructed her in the 
 language of higher spheres, until beauty and 
 melody filled all her days, and the shadow and
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 183 
 
 the sunbeam alike read to her immortal lessons. 
 What she had received she freely imparted, 
 and her lips, like those of the prophets of old, 
 spoke glowing words to kindle the soul, and 
 live in the memory forever. The deep forest, 
 with its flowers, she loved with a peculiar love ; 
 and little graceful vines, hiding beneath pro- 
 tecting shrubs, were sought by her, and ques- 
 tioned of their secret life ; and they answered 
 her deep interest, and seemed endowed with 
 the perception of her angelic nature. 
 
 ^Her intense affections and self-devotedness, 
 that were forbidden to rest on individual being, . A 
 were showered in blessings on all who came 
 around her. 
 
 She clothed the needy, she healed the sick, 
 she visited the mourner, and lived to God, and 
 in view of her immortal life. Her presence 
 was delightful to all who had sufficiently emerg- 
 ed from sense to be admitted into full commu- 
 nion with her spirit They entered into the 
 Holy of Holies, and were penetrated and filled 
 with the unknown power that taught them 
 through her, the chosen priestess of the myste- 
 rious shrine. They sought her companionship, 
 and loved to sit with her in the green dells,
 
 184 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 
 
 and question the tiny flower and .little vine of 
 their secret sympathies and concealed life. 
 They walked in the depths of the dark woods, 
 and listened to the harmonies flowing around, 
 until the tempestuous ocean that they had left 
 sounded only a deep, grand chord in the diapa- 
 son of the universe, sublimely chanting also its 
 hymn of praise. As they listened to her gentle 
 lessons, the wild lamenting of its waves ceased, 
 and its angry howls were softened and blended 
 with the melody of brook and bird and tree, 
 until peace overflowed the soul, a peace that 
 remained with them when they had parted 
 from her, and committed themselves again to 
 the turmoil of the troubled waters; and even 
 then those* waters would be jewelled, in the 
 sunlight of heaven, with hues never before seen. 
 But the beautiful island and its angel would 
 haunt each memory, until again the bark was 
 oared to its tranquil shore, and again they sat 
 at the feet of the teacher, and gathered music 
 and sunshine for the rough voyage on the tur- 
 bulent sea. But the beautiful island suddenly 
 was darkened. The angel had fulfilled her 
 mission, and was recalled home. Her voice 
 had ceased among the woods ; her eye no more
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 185 
 
 looked upon the flowers ; yet the woods were 
 fragrant as ever, and the roses blossomed un- 
 conscious that one who loved them had gone 
 forever. 
 
 The. clear ponds still mirrored the pines, the 
 brooklet still talked with the sundew, the morn- 
 ing birds sang in the dewy boughs, and the 
 thrush sent his resonant sweet evening hymn 
 along the dusky forest ; and, in the soft Autumn 
 sunshine, the graceful little squirrel, that never 
 feared her presence, leaped and chattered, in 
 his joyous life, amongst the fading leaves. 
 
 The angel came no more. N She had learned 
 the lessons that she was imprisoned in the clay 
 to learn, she had taught the lessons that she 
 was detained in the clay to teach, and she had 
 departed. No trace of the ascending spirit was 
 on the fair blue sky, but her footsteps might 
 still be lingering in the paths that she trod ; so 
 they who loved her with an imperishable love, 
 who sought her presence with an instinctive 
 attraction, go there again to bathe their souls 
 in blessed memories. They think to find again, 
 in communion with familiar things, something 
 of the spell of her living presence. They hope 
 that she will be there, unseen, to meet them
 
 186 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 
 
 with the sympathy of other days, and that life 
 will again flow onward in the reflected beauty 
 of the departed angel. ?. 
 
 They float the bark to its shore. They tread 
 again the green aisles, as of old. That shore 
 is fair as ever, but the booming billows that 
 they have left still boom in the ear, and the 
 forest temple thro\rs down from its leafy dome 
 
 no serene influence on their souls. The brook 
 i 
 
 sings a dirge, the birds utter discords, and the 
 flowers smile dimly in forest and field. 
 
 Whence this dimness, this discord, this dirge 
 of the brook, and the wild moaning of the dis- 
 tant wave ? All is unchanged to the sight, 
 all is fair and beautiful in this island. The 
 light and charm that emanated from her pre- 
 sence has gone with her from the landscape. 
 
 They who tread the shadowy lanes diffuse 
 for other influence, and the bright things of the 
 wild, seem ever seeking for the lost. Strange 
 merriment echoes through the secluded dells, 
 and irreverent hands pluck the sweet, simple 
 flowers that she loved, and toss them contemp- 
 tuously away. The deep, tangled forest, that 
 was her temple and shrine, is desecrated by un- 
 holy mirth, and all her pure and simple tastes
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS AXUEL. 187 
 
 are but themes of ridicule. Her elegant amuse- 
 ments so thoughtful, so quiet, so beneficial to 
 all around, are despised, and the noise of revel- 
 ry is loud in her once tranquil home. They 
 cannot understand her holy thoughts and her 
 gentle deeds. Her meek and conscientious life 
 is but tameness of spirit, and all its high and 
 spiritual beauty is but a strange and incompre- 
 hensible delusion. 
 
 Well may the brook sing dirges, and the bird 
 discords ! Well may mournful coloring be on 
 the flower, and wild wailings come from that 
 ocean surge, and the whole island mourn and 
 complain! The beautiful has vanished with 
 the angel. The spirit that infused its^own ele- 
 vated life into all things has borne it away 
 with her presence, and they who Ifved the 
 island have ceased to love and visit it. The 
 island exists no more for them ! 
 
 There is a realm* where that which has been 
 never dies, and where the beautiful is a perpe- 
 tuity and a blessing. Evil and imperfection 
 are necessary for a season, but the high and 
 the excellent are co-existent with eternity. In 
 that lovely and mystic realm again is found 
 the Beautiful Island of the Past, with all its
 
 188 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 
 
 beauty undimmed. There .the brooks sing in 
 melody, and the flowers lift their bloom un- 
 blighted, and peace flows from the sunshine of 
 its unclouded skies. There is light, yet not 
 from the sun that beams over earthly bowers. 
 There is all its former beauty, and no change 
 can again fall upon it, no leaf or flower can 
 fade in its scented fields. And there the angel 
 walks again as truly and visibly, to those who 
 loved her, as in the green lanes and umbrage- 
 ous pathways of her earthly home. And they 
 who so mourned her departure go to this mys- 
 tic island, and wander with her, as of old, 
 through leafy arcades and by soothing streams, 
 and listen to her gentle teachings. They go 
 when life is dark, when the winds are unloosed 
 and the ya is wild with storms ; when, weary 
 of contention with the billows, and faint with 
 struggle, they go there, and the tempest is lull- 
 ed, and the waves lie down to slumber. Again 
 the hymn rings through the fragrant woods, 
 and the soft air breathes immortality, and its 
 consoling prophecies of the future destiny of 
 man. 
 
 And they have ceased to mourn the desecra- 
 tion of that beautiful island, whose forests wave
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND AND ITS ANGEL. 189 
 
 in earthly air, as they have ceased to visit its 
 mournful shore ; but every day they bless 
 Heaven that the beautiful is eternal, that the 
 holy island still remains in all its quiet charms, 
 and still preserves, for the reverent spirit, its 
 elevated and sanctifying influence. 
 
 Never more to mortal vision the angel will 
 reveal herself; never more the spiritual eye will 
 behold the beautiful island among the waters 
 of an earthly ocean. But in that mystic realm 
 where the good and the beautiful alone have 
 permanence, the island and its angel abide for- 
 ever. 
 
 " How cheering the thought that the spirits of bliss 
 Will bend their bright wings to a world such as this ; 
 Will leave the sweet joys of the mansion above, 
 To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love ! 
 
 They come, on the wings of the mornuig they come, 
 Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home ; 
 Some pilgrim to snatch from his stormy abode, 
 And lay him to rest in the arms of liis God."
 
 190 THE BEAUTIFUL LAND. 
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL LAND. 
 
 THERE is a land immortal, 
 
 The beautiful of lands ; 
 Beside the ancient portal, 
 
 A sentry grimly stands. 
 He orily can undo it, 
 
 And open wide the door ; 
 And mortals who pass through it, 
 
 Are mortals never more. 
 
 That glorious land is Heaven, 
 And Death the sentry grim ; 
 
 The Xiord therefore has given 
 The opening keys to him. 
 
 And ransomed spirits, sighing 
 And sorrowful for sin, 
 
 Do pass the gate in dying, 
 
 And freely enter in. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Their sighs are lost in singing, 
 
 They 're blessed in their tears ; 
 Their journey heavenward winging, 
 
 They leave to earth their fears. 
 Death like an angel seemeth, 
 
 " "We welcome thee," they cry ; 
 Their face with glory beameth 
 
 'Tis life for them to die.
 
 THI3 LAND OF THE BLEST. 191 
 
 THE LAMD OF THE BLEST. 
 
 0, WHEN the hours of life are past, 
 And death's dark shade arrives at last, 
 It is not sleep, it is not rest ; 
 'Tis glory opening to the blest. 
 
 Their way to heaven was pure from sin, 
 And Christ shall there receive them in : 
 There, each shall wear a robe of light, 
 , Like his, divinely fair and bright. 
 
 There parted hearts again shall meet, 
 In union holy, calm, and sweet, 
 There, grief find rest ; and never more 
 Shall sorrow call them to deplore. 
 
 There, angels will unite their prayers 
 With spirits bright and blest as theirs ; 
 And light shall glance on every crown, 
 From suns that never more go down. 
 
 No storms shall ride the troubled air ; 
 No voice of passion enter there ; 
 But all be peaceful as the sigh 
 Of evening gales, that breathe, and die. 
 
 For there the God of mercy sheds 
 His purest influence on their heads, 
 And gilds the spirits round the throne 
 With glory radiant as his own.
 
 192 INVITATION TO GO ON PILGRIMAGE; 
 
 INVITATION TO GO ON PILGKIMAGE. 
 
 COME let us go to heaven ; the way, 
 Like darkness, opens into day, 
 When, from the turning point of night 
 Breaks the first beam of morning light. 
 
 Come, let -us go to heaven ; our guide 
 Is Christ who lived, is Christ who died, 
 And rose again; his staff and rod, 
 Through life and death, will lead to God. 
 
 Come let us go to heaven; forsake 
 Sin, death and hell ; and gladly take 
 His easy yoke, his welcome load, 
 And brave the dangers of the road. 
 
 Come let us go to heaven; and press 
 On through the howling wilderness ; 
 Yet fear not, little flock ! though foes, 
 Without, within, your course oppose. 
 
 Come let us go to heaven ; no power, 
 
 Not Satan raging to devour, 
 
 Nor all his hosts can harm ; for ye, 
 
 Through Christ, shall more than conquerors be.
 
 A BETTER HOME. 193 
 
 Come let us go to heaven ; and meet, 
 Once and forever, at his feet ; 
 Yea, in his kingdom, as his own, 
 Sit down with hin upon his throne. 
 
 Can these things be ; they are are sure 
 To all who to the end endure ; 
 While Unbelief cries, Can they be ? 
 Come let us go to heaven and see. 
 
 A BETTER HOME. 
 
 I SIGH for a better home 
 
 Than this poor world can give, 
 Where troubles never come, 
 
 Where sorrow cannot live ; 
 Here grief, and toil, and pain, 
 
 And wild distracting care, 
 And many an earthly bane 
 
 Mixed with our comforts are. 
 
 for a resting place, 
 
 Of tranquil, calm repose, 
 Far from this dizzy maze, 
 
 This weary world of woes ; 
 To search from pole to pole, 
 
 And rest you cannot find 
 Rest for the weary soul, 
 
 The troubled, burdened mind. 
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 194 A BETTER HOME. 
 
 I shall not always stay 
 
 On this cold dreary shore, 
 The hope of a better day 
 
 Bids me sigh and grieve no more/ 
 It bids me patiently endure 
 
 The ills of this short life, 
 And then I shall a rest secure 
 
 From its turmoil and strife. 
 
 It points me to a land 
 
 "Where all are pure and blest 
 Where the wicked cannot stand, 
 
 And the weary are at rest ; 
 No tears are there, or sighs 
 
 'Tis the spirit's blest abode, 
 A mansion in the skies, 
 
 The paradise of God.
 
 SPIRIT LONGINGS. 195 
 
 SPIRIT LONGINGS. 
 
 I'M weary of earth's cares and sorrows 
 
 I dream of the homes of the blest ; 
 In vain all my waiting and watching 
 
 For the morn of eternity's rest. 
 I struggle and strive, till my spirit 
 
 Seems bursting itscasement of clay; 
 Impatient to enter those mansions 
 
 Where night never follows the day. 
 
 The pleasures of earth are not painless ; 
 
 Each rose I may pluck has its thorn ; 
 The scenes which appear so enchanting 
 
 All vanish like dream-thoughts' at morn. 
 Oh ! when will that slumber, so dreamless, 
 
 Steal earnestly over my soul, 
 And all of my doubting and fearing, 
 
 Give place to a view of the goal ? 
 
 When shall I, the outer form leaving, 
 
 On spirit-wings borne through the air, 
 No longer my weaknesses feeling, 
 
 Grow stronger while entering there; 
 Where Jesus his mercy displaying, 
 
 Prepares for my spirit a place, 
 And bids me be ever rejoicing, 
 
 And dwell in the light of his face.
 
 196 PARTING WORDS. 
 
 PARTING WORDS. . 
 
 AND must I now, my trusty friend, 
 
 Bid thee a long farewell ? 
 Thus, all Earth's pleasures have an end, 
 
 How soon no lip can tell. 
 
 We meet we love we promise oft , 
 
 Unending happiness ; 
 But time unseen, soon steals away 
 
 The joys we did possess ! 
 
 Love Friendship ye are holy ties ; 
 
 And though so frail on earth, 
 Ye shall be born again, and rise 
 
 Unto a heavenly birth, 
 
 Where angel lyres breathe songs of love, 
 
 Which time nor death can end ; 
 0, that we yet may meet above, 
 Each lost and valued friend. 
 
 The bygone joys of other hours 
 
 Shall oft remembered be ; 
 And I will send my spirit forth, 
 
 Far o'er the swelling sea. 
 
 The sails are spread my trusty friend, 
 
 Receive my warm farewell ! 
 Thus all earth's pleasures have an end, 
 
 How soon what lip can tell ?
 
 RE-UNION ABOVE. 197 
 
 IF yon bright stars which gem the night, 
 
 Be each a blissful dwelling-sphere, 
 "Where kindred spirit's re-unite, 
 
 Whom death hath torn asunder here ; 
 How sweet it were at once to die, 
 
 To leave the blighted orb afar, 
 Mixt soul and soul, to cleave the sky, 
 
 And soar away from star to star ! 
 
 But Oh ! how dark, how drear and lone, 
 
 "Would seem the brightest world of bliss, 
 If, wandering through each radiant one, 
 
 We fail to find the loved of this ! 
 If there no more the ties shall twine, 
 
 Which death's cold hand alone could sever, 
 Ah, then those stars in mocking shine, 
 
 More hateful as they shine forever. 
 
 It cannot be ! each hope, each fear 
 
 That lights the eye or clouds the brow, 
 Proclaims there is a happier sphere 
 
 Than this bleak world that holds us now. 
 There is a voice which sorrow hears, ^ 
 
 When heaviest weighs life's galling chain, 
 'Tis heaven that whispers, " Dry your tears," 
 
 The pure in heart shall meet again.
 
 198 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 
 
 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 
 
 I WAS but a childish mother. I had not forgot- 
 ten the merry laugh of my girlhood, when they 
 laid my baby on my breast, and looked upon him 
 more as a curious plaything than as a human 
 soul given into my hands for 'its earthly train- 
 ing. But my husband ah, he was grave and 
 wise enough for both mother and child alike! 
 
 My husband was many years older than my- 
 self. He had known many a joy and sorrow 
 long before I was born and on the very day 
 when .my nurse was holding me (a helpless, 
 laughing, crowing baby) out to pick the daisies 
 for my birthday garland, he was bending tear- 
 fully over the grave of one who had made' his 
 home happy for years the wife of his youth 
 and the mother of his children ! Strange ! that 
 I, who had no knowledge of sorrow, was yet to 
 dispel his ; that he, who had never gazed upon 
 that child's face of mine, was one day to take 
 its owner to his heart, as the light and joy of 
 his declining years. 
 
 Our home was a little paradise, close beside 
 the sea, a small, low-roofed, brown cottage,
 
 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 199 
 
 with a rustic porch and latticed windows over- 
 grown with climbing roses. The low murmur 
 of the ocean soothed me into a happy sleep 
 each night the sweet song of the swallows 
 waked me into a happy day each morning. 
 And here, in the pleasant summer time, my 
 blue-eyed boy was born, and my cup of joy 
 was full to running over. 
 
 My boy, like all mothers' boys, was beauti- 
 ful. And yet his loveliness made my heart 
 ache. So frail, so fair!- His colorless waxen 
 cheek, his slender form, and large and melan- 
 choly blue eyes, filled me with a thousand 
 fears. How often have I bent above him as he 
 laid upon my lap, .and prayed with all a moth- 
 er's earnestness that his life might be spared. 
 It was a foolish prayer, an unwise one, but 
 then I could not see it ! 
 
 My very life seemed wrapped up in that of 
 my babe. With him by me every day, I could 
 not see him fading, and the moaning sea could 
 tell no tales. But now and then a shadow 
 came over his father's brow as he watched us, 
 that not even my kisses could quite drive 
 away. I thought him growing stern and cold ; 
 but O, I wronged him ! Never had he loved 
 us so tenderly before!
 
 200 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 
 
 Weeks passed on. My baby's eyes looked 
 intelligently into mine, and the little rosy lips 
 smiled whenever I carne near. But still those 
 little lisping utterances that thrill the heart 
 so deeply were silent, and all my loving lessons 
 fell on an unheeding ear. 
 
 The shadow on Arthur's face grew deeper as 
 he watched my unceasing efforts. At last the 
 blow came. I had^ been sitting in the door- 
 way with little Earnest in my arms, trying 
 to teach him to say "papa." His large blue 
 eyes were fixed upon me with a wistful expres- 
 sion, but still the lips were mute, and vexed 
 and disappointed I heaved a deep sigh and 
 laid him back in his little cradle. Something 
 in the look my husband gave startled me. I 
 went beside him, and putting my arms around 
 his neck 
 
 What is it, Arthur ?" 1 cried. 
 
 " God help you to bear it, Mary ! " he an- 
 swered, solemnly. " Our child is dumb ! " 
 
 DUMB ! Could it be possible ? What had I 
 done that so deep a sorrow should be sent to 
 chasten me ? Other mothers might hear their 
 children's voices calling them, but mine would 
 be forever silent! Forever! it was so long a
 
 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 201 
 
 word ! Had it been for weeks, or months, or 
 even years, I would have borne it ; but to know 
 that it could never be that through childhood, 
 youth and manhood, he could never speak my 
 name O, it was too much to bear ! 
 
 Autumn and winter passed aWay, and my 
 baby and I threw daisies at each other on the 
 lawn before the cottage, while Arthur looked 
 on, smilingly, from his study window. I had 
 not grown reconciled to the great misfortune, 
 only accustomed to it, and the mute kisses of 
 my child were almost as dear to me as his 
 spoken words could have been. 
 
 It \vas a strange task to teach that soul how 
 to expand its wings. It \yas strange to teach 
 the child his little evening prayer by signs, and 
 yet as he clasped his small hands, and raised 
 his sweet blue eyes to heaven, I often wonder- 
 ed if any labored supplication could have gone 
 more quickly to the Throne of Grace. It was 
 strange to see him sit silently above his play- 
 things, to hear no sound from him except the 
 plaintive, half-stifled cry he uttered when in 
 pain, to feel those delicate hands clasping mine 
 when something new had puzzled him, to 
 the wistful, observant look with which he
 
 202 OUK INFANT ANGEL. 
 
 regarded every one who conversed around 
 him. ' i 
 
 We make to ourselves idols out of clay, and 
 they are taken from us. I needed the one les- 
 son more. My little boy faded slowly beneath 
 my eyes, as th'e summer came on. It was not 
 so much with him a painful sickness, as the 
 gradual wasting away of the springs of life. 
 The mission he had been sent to fulfil was ac- 
 complished. 
 
 Many days before he was taken, I knew he 
 must go. I was with him day and night. I 
 sang him to sleep, and wet the still golden 
 head with tears when he was slumbering quiet- 
 ly. Day by day I gathered up my strength for 
 the parting which I knew must come, and day 
 by day my heart sank within me, and the blood 
 forsook my cheek if the slightest change took 
 place. 
 
 We sat by the bedside of our boy ; the little 
 languid head was resting on my breast, and 
 the tiny, transparent hands lay like two lilies 
 in the broad palm of Arthur. I sang, in a 
 hushed voice, the songs he loved the best, and 
 the setting sun sank slowly behind the sea. 
 
 Cool breezes, the splash of oars and the rude
 
 OTJR INFANT ANGEL. 203 
 
 * 
 i 
 
 song of sailors down the bay, came floating in 
 upon us. My darling boy lay and listened. I 
 could not see that his breathing grew fainter 
 and fainter, and that the lids of the blue eyes 
 were drooping slowly towards each other. At 
 last they closed, and thinking he slept, I laid 
 my weary head upon my husband's breast and 
 tried to sleep also. A strange drowsiness which 
 was not slumber crept over me. I started from 
 it suddenly, at last, with an instinctive feeling 
 that all was not well. Tears fell upon my 
 cheeks as I lifted my head. They fell from 
 the eyes of Arthur, who sat and thought while 
 we were still. 
 
 I bent above my boy. The little cheek I 
 kissed seemed growing cold, and with suspended 
 breath I listened to hear the beating of his heart. 
 He moved slightly as I called his name, and 
 then looked up in my face with a gentle smile. 
 
 It faded soon, and he seemed to be strug- 
 gling with some terrible pain. His lips were 
 drawn back, his eyes upturned, and his hands 
 clenched. I could, not bear to look at him. I 
 turned away and groaned in agony. 
 
 See it is over now ! " said Arthur, as he 
 put his arm around my waist, and held me 
 firmly to his neart.
 
 204 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 
 
 I looked. My darling raised his feeble arms. 
 and as I bent my head, they fell heavily around 
 my neck ; his pale lips met mine in a last kiss. 
 A sudden trembling seized him. His eyes lit 
 up with a happy light, his cheek flushed, his 
 half-opened lips seemed about to speak for the 
 first time. Did I hear, or dream I heard, the 
 one word I had vainly tried to teach him? 
 "Mother!" 
 
 I could not tell. For the next moment the 
 rosy flush faded, the little breast heaved with 
 one? short sigh, and my boy had left us. 
 
 Was that little life in vain ? Was no lesson 
 taught, no lesson learned, in that brief year of 
 companionship with an angel? O yes! A 
 lesson which the mother's heart can never for- 
 get, while it beats with the love it has felt for 
 
 the lost. " Dearer is God for his sweet sake " 
 i f 
 
 dearer to me, because he loved beauty so. 
 
 Many years have passed since my little boy 
 fell asleep. Other children ' play around the 
 door of my cottage, and kneel each night at 
 my knee, to say the prayers he only looked ; 
 another Arthur, with bright, dark eyes, and 
 golden hair, goes s'.nging through the house, 
 but still my heart is most with him. My chil-
 
 OUR INFANT ANGEL. 205 
 
 dren stand beside that grave and listen with 
 serious faces, when I tell them of the little 
 brother who died before they were born, and 
 then steal away silently and leave me there 
 beside him. 
 
 I have grown old and care-worn ; the cheek 
 he kissed is thin and faded, and the sunny hair 
 with which he used to play, is streaked with 
 silver. But my child will know me when I 
 meet him, and 1 shall hold him to my heart the 
 same as when he left me, an infant angel 
 freed from every taint of earth. 
 
 No barrier then between us no weak, im- 
 perfect utterance, or look of pain ; for in heaven 
 my child will speak, and the first word 1 shall 
 hear him utter there, will be the word that lin- 
 gered on /his lips when he was dying. He will 
 call me " Mother " there as here. Else I could 
 never have given him up through all these 
 weary years, and fed my heart upon the hope 
 of hearing that half-uttered word breathed free- 
 ly when I die. 
 
 Rests a child, a gentle spirit, 
 
 Where these flowers slowly wave ; 
 
 One that will a crown inherit, 
 When it rises from its grave.
 
 206 LAST WOKDS OP A WIFE TO HER HUSBAND. 
 
 t 
 
 LAST WOKDS OF A WIFE TO HER HUSBAND. 
 
 I AM passing through the waters, but a blessed shore 
 
 appears, 
 , Kneel beside me, husband dearest, let me kiss away 
 
 thy tears : 
 Wrestle with thy grief as Jacob strove from midnight 
 
 until day; 
 It may leave an Angel's blessing when it vanishes 
 
 away. 
 Lay the babe upon my bosom, 'tis not long she can 
 
 be there, 
 See how to my heart she nestles 'tis the pearl I 
 
 love to wear. 
 If, in after years, beside thee sits another in my 
 
 chair, 
 Though her voice be sweeter music, and her face 
 
 than mine more fair ; 
 If a cherub call thee father, far more beautiful than 
 
 this, 
 Love thy first-born, oh, my husband, turn not from 
 
 the motherless. 
 Tell her sometimes of her mother you may call her 
 
 Anna Jane 
 Shield her from the winds of sorrow if she errs, oh, 
 
 gently blame ;
 
 LAST WORDS OF A WIFE TO HER HUSB A.ND. 207 
 
 Lead her sometimes where I'm sleeping ; I will an- 
 swer if she calls, 
 And my breath will stir her ringlets, when my voice 
 
 in blessing falls ; 
 And her soft blue eye will brighten with a wonder 
 
 whence it came, 
 In her heart, when years pass o'er her, she will find 
 
 her mother's name. 
 I will be her right hand angel, sealing up the good 
 
 for Heaven, 
 Striving that the midnight watches find no misdeed 
 
 unforgiven. 
 You will not forget me, dearest, when I'm sleeping 
 
 'neath the sod ; 
 Oh, love the babe upon my bosom as I love thee next 
 
 to God.
 
 208 MY BOY ! 
 
 MY BOY! 
 
 I KNOW his face is hid 
 
 Under the coffin lid ; 
 Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead fair ; 
 
 My hand that marble felt, 
 
 O'er it in prayer I knelt ; 
 Yet my heart whispers that he is not there. 
 
 Not there ? "Where, then, is he ? 
 
 The form I used to see 
 Was but the raiment that he used to wear. 
 
 The grave that now doth press 
 
 Upon that cast-off dress, 
 Is but his wardrobe locked ; he is not there ! 
 
 He lives ! In all the past 
 
 He lives ; nor to the last, 
 Of seeing him again will I despair ; 
 
 In dreams I see him now, 
 
 And on his angel brow 
 I see it written, " Thou shalt see him there ! " 
 
 Yes, we all live to God ! 
 
 Father, thy chastening rod 
 So help us, thine afflicted ones, to bear, 
 
 That in the spirit land, 
 
 Meeting at thy right hand, 
 'Twill be our heaven to find that he is there I
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 209 
 
 SHALL WE RECOGNIZE OUR FRIENDS IN 
 HEAVEN? 
 
 A BELIEF of this kind, though deep and 
 general, does not, however, prove its own cor- 
 rectness; it will have little weight with those 
 who have a more sure word of prophecy; yet 
 must we regard it as somewhat significant, 
 and closely related to an essential element of 
 this human soul, indicating a want in the gene- 
 ral heart thus plainly expressed. We would 
 give to it, in connection with this subject, some 
 such a place as we assign to the general belief 
 of immortality in an argument to establish that 
 belief. . 
 
 Taking this side glance, as we approach the 
 inspired volume, we naturally, inquire, why 
 should it not be so ? What reasonable objec- 
 tion can be urged against it? So far from 
 there being jus,t ground to oppose it, does not 
 every enlightened and Christian mind long that 
 it should be true? What would society on 
 earth be without mutual recognition ? And is 
 heaven a less social place ? Is the demand for 
 this less imperative there? Will our beloved 
 14
 
 210 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 
 
 Christian friend be less himself after death than 
 now, or lose those characteristics which attach 
 us to him here ? 
 
 We open the Bible. We peruse it carefully. 
 From first to last we find nothing that con- 
 flicts with this belief. If this were all we could 
 say, even that would be in its favor. Here is 
 our first proof, and though negative, yet it is 
 valid. But let us examine what the Scriptures 
 teach respecting the abode and condition of 
 the glorified. In respect to their condition, we 
 find that it is eminently social. They are re- 
 presented as citizens, intermingling freely ; but 
 there is no intimation that previous to their 
 meeting there they were all strangers. They 
 form a family, whose members were once on 
 earth ; and can their quickened recollection be 
 oblivious of former acquaintance ? Do they 
 know less than they did here ? Does not La- 
 zarus know in whose bosom he is ? Ah 1 the 
 conceptions of heaven suggested by the Bible 
 favor the idea of future recognition. 
 
 This is our second step in the examination 
 of divine testimony. Let us now proceed to a 
 scrutiny of particular passages. The New 
 Testament is before us. Our Lord speaks :
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 211 
 
 " And I say unto you, that many shall come 
 from the east and west, and shall sit down with 
 Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, in the kingdom 
 of heaven." Will they meet at that banquet 
 without recognition ? Again : " Ye are they 
 which have continued with me in my tempta- 
 tions ; and I appoint unto you a kingdom, as 
 my Father hath appointed unto me, that ye 
 may eat and drink at my table, in my king- 
 dom, ajid sit on thrones, judging the twelve 
 tribes of Israel." Can that be fulfilled while 
 the parties are strangers to each other ? And 
 when, at the last judgment, he shall speak of 
 things done to " these my brethren," will they 
 not recognize those who have done them either 
 an "injury or a kindness ? If, on the mount of 
 transfiguration, the disciples knew Moses and 
 Elfes, who had already been a thousand years 
 in glory, will not all disciples know them, 
 and know one another, on the Mount Zion 
 above ? 
 
 We open letters from the great Apostles, 
 and read : " Knowing that He which raised 
 up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also, by 
 Jesus, and shall present us with you;" and, 
 again : 1 Thess. 2 : 19, " For what is our hope,
 
 212 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 or joy, or crown of rejoicing ? Are not even 
 ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at 
 his coming ? " We conclude with confidence 
 that Paul expected to recognize those Thessa- 
 lonian converts amid the throng before the 
 throne. Turning back to the Old Testament, 
 and hearing patriarchs speak of " being gather- 
 ed to their fathers," and David of " going to 
 the child," we infer that they expected to know 
 their kindred in the Better Land. In the four- 
 teenth of Isaiah we read : " Hell from be- 
 neath is moved for thee to meet thee .at thy 
 coming ; it stirreth up the dead for thee, even 
 all the chief ones of the earth ; it hath raised 
 from their thrones all the kings of the nations. 
 All they shall speak and say unto thee, art 
 thou also become weak as we ? , Art thou be- 
 come like unto us ? Thy pomp is brought 
 down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols ; 
 the worm is spread under thee, and the worms 
 cover thee. How art thou fallen from Heaven, 
 O Lucifer, son of the morning ! how art thou 
 cut down to the ground, which didst weaken 
 the nations!" If that be true among the lost, 
 shall it not be also among the blessed? If 
 Dives in torment recognizes Lazarus afar off in
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 213 
 
 Abraham's bosom, shall not Lazarus recognize 
 those who are near and round about him ? 
 
 Neither the Old Testament nor the New 
 goes into minute details respecting the heaven- 
 ly state, or teaches future recognition, positive- 
 ly and directly ; but, in view of the general ex- 
 pectation of the human mind, the absence of 
 adverse testimony, and these decided though 
 incidental teachings, we may be sure that 
 Christian friends will know one another in the 
 fnture world. 
 
 In the preliminary part of the chapter, we 
 glanced at the character of belief on this sub- 
 ject in lands not illumined by the gospel. Let 
 us now glance at the belief of those who have 
 had the holy Scriptures. Cyprian, in the third 
 century, responds thus : " Who, finding him- 
 self in a strange country, does not earnestly de- 
 sire to return to his fatherland ? Who, about 
 to sail in haste for his home and his friends 
 across the sea, does not long for a friendly 
 wind, that he may the sooner throw his arms 
 around his beloved ones. We believe Para- 
 dise to be our fatherland ; our parents are pa- 
 triarchs : why should we not haste and fly to 
 see our home and greet our parents ? A great
 
 214 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 host of beloved friends await us there ; a nume- 
 rous and various crowd, parents, brethren, 
 children, who are secure in a blessed immortal- 
 ity, and only concerned for us, are looking with 
 desire for our arrival. To see and embrace 
 these what a mutual joy will this be to us 
 and them! What bliss, without the fear of 
 death, to live eternally in the heavenly king- 
 dom ! How vast, and of eternal duratipn, is 
 our celestial blessedness ! . There is the glo- 
 rious choir of the Apostles ; there the host of 
 joyful prophets ! there the innumerable com 
 pany of the martyrs, crowned on account oi 
 their victories in the conflict of Buffering. There, 
 in triumph, are the pure virgins. There the 
 merciful who have fed ami blessed the poor, 
 and according to 'their Lord's direction, have 
 exchanged earthly for heavenly treasures, 
 now receive their glorious reward. To these, 
 dearly beloved brethren, let us hasten with 
 strong desire, and ardently wish soon to be 
 with them, and with Christ." 
 
 In the fourth century, Chrysostom speaks: 
 " If we hear him (Paul) here, we shall certain- 
 ly see him hereafter; if not as standing near 
 him, yet see him we certainly shall, glistening
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 215 
 
 near the throne of the King. Where the cheru- 
 bim sing in glory, where the seraphim are fly- 
 ing, there shall we see Paul, with Peter, both 
 as a chief and leader of the choir of the saints, 
 and shall enjoy his generous love." 
 
 Pass on to the period of the Reformation. 
 The great German reformer, the evening before 
 his death, being asked what he thought on this 
 point, remarks as follows : " How did Adam 
 do ? He had never in his life seen Eve he 
 lay and slept yet, when he awoke, he did 
 not say, Whence came you ? who are you ? 
 but he said, ' This is now bone of my bones, 
 and flesh of my flesh.' How did he know that 
 this woman did not spring forth from a stone? 
 He knew it because he was full of the Holy 
 Spirit, and in possession of the true knowledge 
 of God. Into this knowledge and image we 
 shall, in the future life, again be renewed in 
 Christ; so that we shall know father, mother, 
 and one another, on sight, better than did Adam 
 and Eve." 
 
 Zwingle, the Swiss reformer, speaks: 
 " There you may hope to see the society, the 
 assembly, and the dwelling together of all the 
 holy, wise, faithful, heroic, firm, and virtuous,
 
 216 RECOGNITION OF FRISNDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 who have, lived since the beginning of the 
 world. 
 
 " There you shah 1 see the two Adams, the 
 saved and the Saviour. There you will see 
 Abel, Enoch,. Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Ju- 
 dah, Moses, Joshua, Gideon, Samuel, Phineas, 
 Elijah, Elisha, Isaiah, and the mother of God, 
 of whom he has prophesied. There you will 
 see David, Hezekiah, Josiah, John the Baptist, 
 Peter, Paul, etc. There you will see yours who 
 have gone before you, and all your forefathers 
 who have departed this life in the faith. In a 
 word, no virtuous person, no holy mind, no 
 believing soul has lived from the beginning of 
 the world, or shall yet live, that you shall not 
 there meet with. God." 
 
 Another century rolls on, and we hear the 
 sentiments of John Eliot, who for many months 
 before he died, would often say that he was 
 shortly going to heaven, and that he would 
 carry a deal of good news thither with him; 
 he said he would carry tidings to the old found- 
 ers of New England, who were now in glory, 
 that church-work was yet carried on among 
 us ; that the number of our churches was con- 
 tinually increasing; and that the churches
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 217 
 
 were still kept as big as they were, by the dai- 
 ly additions of those 'who shall be saved. 
 " Shall I know you in heaven ? " said an inquir- 
 ing red man to John Eliot himself. The old 
 chief Shenandoah wished to be buried beside 
 his religious teacher, that at the resurrection he 
 might go up with him. That Choctaw is still 
 a living officer in the church, who wished a 
 ministerial visitor to turn round, that he might 
 have a full view of his face, so as to know him 
 again in heaven. 
 
 These are specimens, taken from different 
 periods and countries of Christendom, from dif- 
 ferent races and ranks of men, among all 
 which, however, is found the common belief of 
 future recognition. 
 
 Would that belief have been so universal 
 were it unreasonable or unscriptural ? 
 
 If then, this hope of future recognition has 
 been so general even among the heathen ; if, 
 while we long for its fulfilment, we find noth- 
 ing to forbid our hoping that such may be the 
 case ; most of all, if the Scriptures present no 
 difficulties, but strong incidental evidences, 
 evidences which for centuries have satisfied be- 
 lievers in the most varied conditions, we
 
 218 RECOGNITION OF FKIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 may well believe' that Christian friends on 
 earth will certainly recognize one another in 
 heaven. That affection which yearns towards 
 Machpelah, which carves touching memorials. 
 on the tombs of the departed the world over, 
 and which is sanctioned by the inspiration 
 that cannot err that affection is a true 
 seer ; and it would be like killing one of the 
 prophets, and stoning them that are sent unto 
 us, should we uproot it from the heart. 
 
 It is not of course, personal friends alone 
 who are to know one another in heaven. The 
 saints in glory will no doubt ultimately all be- 
 come acquainted with each other. How many 
 will at different times inquire, " What are these 
 which are arrayed in white robes ? and whence 
 came they? 5 ' And how many delighted dis- 
 ciples, on that mount above, will exclaim, 
 through everlasting ages, " It is good for us to 
 be here ! " 
 
 O, what hours will those be, when we shall 
 shake hands with Enoch, David, and Paul, 
 when we shall feel around our necks the pres- 
 sure of Abraham's arms, and the beloved disci- 
 ple ! Do we wish to talk with the venerable 
 reformers, mar'yrs and Puritans? with John
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 219 
 
 Bunyan, Philip Doddridge and president Ed- 
 wards ? It will soon be gratified. 
 
 " I want to go to heaven," said Dr. Emmons, 
 in his old age. " It is an inexpressibly glorious 
 place. The more I think of it, the more de- 
 lightful it appears." " And I want to see who 
 is there; I want to see brother Sanford, and 
 brother Niles, and brother Spring, and Dr. Hop- 
 kins, and Dr. West, and a great many other 
 ministers, with whom I have been associated 
 in this world, but who have gone before me. 
 I believe I shall meet them in heaven, and it 
 seems to me, our meeting there must be pecu- 
 liarly interesting." He added, "I want to see 
 too, the old prophets, and the apostles. What 
 a society there will be in heaven ! There we 
 shall see such men as Moses, and Isaiah, and 
 Elijah, and David, and Paul; I want to see 
 Paul more than any man I can think of." 
 
 The question, Shall we know our friends 
 and others in heaven ? is answered. The in- 
 timations of God's word all favor it; and 
 those intimations accord with the irrepressible 
 demands of the human soul. It was doubtless 
 in part, to encourage this hope that Moses
 
 220 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 and Elias appeared to the disciples, and talked 
 with them on the mount of glory. 
 
 And if thoe who never met on earth are to 
 recognize one another in heaven, shall not per- 
 sonal friends much more? Most evidently 
 was it the apostle's expectation to recognize 
 his Corinthian, Colossian and- Thessalonian 
 friends ; and has he been disappointed ? And 
 will not other, yea, all the sanctified intimacies 
 of earth, be perpetuated in the everlasting home 
 of the redeemed ? Every place of holy fellow- 
 ship and prayer answers, yes. Every inner re- 
 cess of the heart answers, yes. 
 
 Blessed gathering ! Blessed greetings ! Joy- 
 ful indeed will be the meeting of those who 
 have taken sweet counsel together, who have 
 devoutly prayed and sung together, who have 
 been companions in tribulation, and in the 
 kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ. But 
 unspeakable must be the joy of those who then 
 behold in each other the instruments of ttieir 
 own conversion, or the results of their labors for 
 the Salvation of others, and jointly give all the 
 glory to a present God. And O, what heart 
 will then be large enough for the rapture of a
 
 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 221 
 
 successful ambassador of Christ! of one like 
 Paul, meeting the multitudes saved through his 
 instrumentality ? Signal indeed must be the 
 grace that shall prevent such a soul from being 
 completely overwhelmed in the transport of 
 that hour. To find that his ministrations were 
 owned beyond his thoughts ; that many by his 
 preaching, were turned to righteousness ; that 
 a prayer for some apparently hopeless sinner 
 was answered ; to find youthful professors edi- 
 fied, and aged saints comforted } that churches 
 were refreshed, it may be, by his presence ; 
 that directly, or indirectly, foreign evangeliza- 
 tion was accelerated by him ; and all, only be- 
 cause sovereign grace called, enabled, and per- 
 suaded him to the same. 
 
 O, it requires other than human pens to de- 
 scribe the emotions of such men in glory ! 
 
 But what friend in heaven do we most de- 
 sire to see ? 
 
 No one can enter there whose heart looks 
 not first of all at him who is seated on v the 
 great white throne. What are our ideas of the 
 city of God? Is not Christ the light thereof? 
 Is not the glory which he had before the world 
 was, to be displayed? Did the x Eternal Son
 
 222 RECOGNITION OF FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 take a human form ? in it agonize in Geth- 
 semane, be scourged in the judgment-hall, cru- 
 cified on Golgotha, sleep in the sepulchre, and 
 rise to heaven, and shall any other human form 
 divert the eye from that ? Are those the scars 
 that speak of precious blood once shed for you? 
 are those the lips that cried, " It is finished ? " 
 And will we soon withdraw our gaze ? No, 
 
 much as we love all other friends, there is one 
 
 ' 
 
 in the kingdom of heaven who will make us 
 temporarily forget them all. 
 
 For years if there be years there ay, for 
 centuries, it may be, will the Lamb of God ab- 
 sorb our souls. 
 
 When we jreach the city of God, we shall 
 not first of all, grasp the hands of present ac- 
 quaintances. Of such an affront to the propri- 
 eties of heaven, no one, presented at the court 
 of the King of kings, was ever guilty. Bow- 
 ing down in such gratitude as we never knew 
 before, gazing in a holy ecstasy of love, break- 
 ing forth into high and ceaseless praises, there 
 shall we stand age after age. Not it may be till 
 "the world has been burnt up not till the elect 
 have all been gathered home to their Father's 
 house, shall we think of looking away from
 
 KECOGNITIOX OF FRIENDS IX II&AVEX. 223 
 
 ^ 
 
 that brightness of the Father's glory, our Sa- 
 viour, our dear Redeemer. Eternity will be 
 long enough for all the sanctified attachments 
 of earth to have full scope. But the first song, 
 the everlasting song, will be, " Now unto him 
 that loved us, and hath washed us from our 
 sins in his own blood, and hath made us kings 
 and priests unto God and his Father, to him 
 be glory forever."
 
 224 T^E VOICE OF SYMPATHY. 
 
 THE VOICE OF SYMPATHY. 
 
 IT giveth joy unto the sad, 
 
 It makes the toil-worn stranger glad, 
 
 It brings a light to sorrow's eye, 
 
 And checks the low and plaintive sigh, 
 
 Of heart bereft and desolate, 
 
 And changes even the ingrate. 
 
 Who hath not felt, when sad and lone, 
 A thrill of joy, when friendship's tone 
 Hath waked us from the painful dream 
 Of sadness to a brighter theme ? 
 With gentle accents soft and low 
 As music of the streamlets flow- 
 
 It yieldeth to the brow oppressed, 
 
 A halo of the spirit's rest ; 
 
 It cometh to the weary one 
 
 Like music of our childhood's home ; 
 
 Its tones, though few and far between, 
 
 To me like angel-visits seem.
 
 THE FAMILY MEETING. 225 
 
 THE FAMILY MEETING. 
 
 "WE are all here ! 
 
 Father, Mother, 
 
 Sister, Brother, 
 All who hold each other dear. 
 Each chair is filled, we 're all at home ; 
 To-night let no cofd stranger come : 
 It is not often thus around 
 Our old familiar hearth we 're found : 
 Bless, then, the meeting and the spot ; 
 For once be every care forgot : 
 Let gentle Peace assert her power, 
 And kind Affection rule the hour ; 
 
 We 're all all here. 
 
 We 're not all here ! 
 Some are away, the dead ones dear, 
 Who thronged with us this ancient hearth, 
 And gave* the hour to guiltless mirth. 
 Fate, with a stern, relentless hand, 
 Looked in and thinned our little band : 
 Some like a night-flash passed away, 
 And some sank, lingering, day by day ; 
 The quiet graveyard, some lie there, 
 And cruel 'Ocean has his share, 
 
 We 're not all here. 
 15
 
 226 THE FAMILY MEETING. 
 
 "We are all here ! 
 
 Even they, the dead, though dead, so dear; 
 Fond Memory, to her duty true, 
 Brings back their faded forms to view. 
 How life-like, through the mist of years, 
 Each well-remembered face appears ! 
 "We see them as in times long past, 
 From each to each kind looks are cast ; 
 "We hear their words, their smiles behold ; 
 They 're round us, as they were of old, 
 "We are all here.' 
 
 "We are all here ! 
 
 Father, Mother, 
 
 Sister, Brother, 
 
 Tou that I love with love so dear. 
 This may not long of us be said ; 
 Soon must we join the gathered dead ; 
 And by the hearth we now sit round, 
 Some other circle will be found. 
 0, then, that wisdom may we know, 
 "Which yields a life of peace below ! 
 So, in the world to follow this, 
 May each repeat, in words of bliss, 
 
 "We 're all all here!
 
 COME TO THE LAJfD OF PEACE. 227 
 
 COME TO THE LAND OP PEACE. 
 
 COME to the land of peace ! 
 Come where the tempest hath no longer sway, 
 The shadow passes from the soul away, 
 
 The sounds of weeping cease ! 
 
 Fear hath no dwelling there ! 
 Come to the mingling of repose and love ! 
 Breathed by the silent spirit of the dove 
 
 Through the celestial air ! 
 
 Come to the bright and blest, 
 And crowned forever ! 'midst that shining band, 
 Gathered to Heaven's own wreath from every land, 
 
 Thy spirit shall find rest ! 
 
 Thou hast been long alone ; 
 Come to thy mother ! on the Sabbath shore, 
 The heart that rocked thy childhood back once more 
 
 Shall take its wearied one. 
 
 In silence wert thou left ! 
 Come to thy sister's ! joyously again 
 All the home-voices blest in one sweet strain, 
 
 Shall greet their long bereft. 
 
 Over thine orphan head 
 
 The storm hath swept, as o'er a willow's bough ; \ 
 Come to thy father ! it is finished now ; 
 
 Thy tears have all been shed.
 
 228 MOTHER'S DREAM OF HEAVEN. 
 
 In thy divine abode 
 
 Change finds no pathway, memory no dark trace ; 
 And O, bright victory ;' death by love no place ! 
 
 Come, spirit, to thy God ! 
 
 MOTHER'S DREAM OF HEAVEN. 
 
 THREE beautiful children made glad the 
 home of a happy mother. Her love for them 
 was intense, and her care never failing. They 
 were in her thoughts all the day long, and in 
 her dreams by night. The youngest of these 
 children was a boy. He had large deep blue 
 eyes, and his long lashes when he slept lay 
 upon his cheeks like the lashes of a woman. 
 Something in his face ever awakened in the 
 minds of those who gazed upon him, thoughts 
 of heaven, and many said of him that he was 
 but a stranger here, and would soon return to 
 his own country. And such thoughts came 
 sometimes to the happy mother, and then her 
 heart trembled and grew faint. 
 
 At last, what had been feared befel the child. 
 The Angel of death came and removed him 
 from his earthly abode, to his heavenly dwell- 
 ing-place, and the stricken mother bowed her
 
 MOTHER'S DREAM OF HEAVEX. 229 
 
 head and would not listen to the voice of con- 
 solation. 
 
 " God 'is good," were the words of one who 
 sought to comfort her, "and he afflicts us in 
 loving kindness." 
 
 " I will not belieVe it," replied the weeping 
 mother. " It was not good to take from me 
 my precious boy." 
 
 "He is with the angels, think of that 
 The great problem of his life is solved, and it 
 is well with him. There is neither doubt, nor 
 fear, nor anxiety on his account, for he is safe 
 in the everlasting habitations of our Father in 
 heaven." 
 
 The mother listened, and the consoler went 
 on. 
 
 " No more grief, no more sorrow, no more 
 pain ! Think of that. Let not your thoughts 
 droop with feeble wings about the dark and 
 gloomy grave. He is not there. But, let them 
 rise on swift and sunny pinions to the beauti- 
 ful dwelling-place of the angels. His decaying 
 body alone fills the grave ; but his pure spirit, 
 that gave life and beauty to its earthly tene- 
 ment, has gone to his better home. 
 
 Would you have him back again? Had
 
 230 MOTHER'S DKEAM OF HEAYEN. 
 
 you the power, with a word, to call him to 
 earth, would you speak that word, now that he 
 has escaped the long trial and suffering that 
 comes to all who have to make the journey of 
 life ? No, I am sure you would not." 
 
 The tears of the mother ceased to flow, and 
 she bent nearer to him who spoke, and listened 
 more intently. He went on. 
 
 " All children who die, are raised up in heav- 
 en and received by angels, who love them with 
 the utmost tenderness. Your dear boy, though 
 h has been taken from an earthly mother, has 
 already found a heavenly one. , And you have 
 not really lost him, for he is present in your 
 thoughts, and you love him with even an inten- 
 ser affection than before. To part with him is 
 hard ; for our natural feelings cling to those we 
 love, and their removal brings exquisite pain. 
 But our natural feelings have in them the taint 
 of selfishness, and it is needful that they should 
 be elevated and purified ; or, rather, that they 
 should die in order that spiritual affections may 
 be born. And what are spiritual affections? 
 The love of things good and true for their own 
 
 sake? And such affections are not born unless 
 
 i 
 
 natural affections are laid in the grave. The
 
 MOTHER'S DKEAM OF HEAVEN. 231 
 
 death of these affections is always accompanied 
 by pain ; but the birth of corresponding spirit- 
 ual affections will be with joy. The deep sor- 
 row you now feel is a natural sorrow. Your 
 heart is aching for its loss ; and even while rea- 
 son and religion tell you that this removal from 
 earth to heaven is one of infinite blessedness 
 to jour boy, you mourn his loss and'will not 
 be comforted. But, it is for you to look up 
 and feel an exquisite joy in the thought that 
 you have added one to the company of God's 
 angels. It may not be now ; it cannot be now; 
 for the smiting of your natural affections is too 
 recent, and the waters of affliction must flow for 
 a time. And, it is good that they should flow 
 forth, in order that spiritual consolation may 
 flow into your heart from heaven. But, this 
 influx of healing waters will depend on your 
 self. 
 
 You must be willing to look up and to seek 
 comfort from the only source whence it springs. 
 You must be spiritually glad that your child 
 has gone to heaven that is, glad for his sake, 
 and for those who are made happier in heaven 
 by his presence. There is such a gladness 
 but it thrills in a region of the mind far above
 
 262 MOTHER'S DREAM OF HEAVEN. 
 
 the place where natural affections move and 
 it is full of that interior delight which fills the 
 heart of angels." 
 
 Thus spoke the Comforter, and his words 
 found their way into the mother's heart. She 
 did not make a response, but her thoughts were 
 filled with new images ; and even in the bitter- 
 ness of her sorrow, she tried .to look away 
 from her own loss and to think of all that her 
 absent one had gained. 
 
 In the night following, as she lay slumbering 
 on her pillow, which was wet with tears, a 
 sweet dream, that was not all a dream, carne 
 to her. She saw before her a company of an- 
 gels, surrounded by infants and little children 
 the latter dressed in white garments, with flow- 
 ers blushing amid their clustering curls. They 
 were in a garden, and the children were sport- 
 ing with one another, and, ever- as they drew 
 near or touched the flowers that were springing 
 around them, each blossom glowed with a new 
 and living beauty. Eagerly the mother looked 
 for her precious boy, for she knew that he was 
 in this company, and, as she looked , intently, 
 one of the angels, who held a child by the hand, 
 separated .lerself from the rest, and approached
 
 MOTHER'S DKEAM OF HEAVEN. 233 
 
 her. She knew her sweet one in an instant; 
 and, oh, inexpressible delight ! she knew the 
 angel also. It was her own mother! Her 
 mother, who had been taken to heaven when 
 sae was only a child, but whose gentle, loving 
 face, had ever remained pictured on her memory. 
 
 Oh, the exquisite joy of that moment ! Her 
 own mother was now the angel-mother of her 
 beautiful boy. How sweet the smile that 
 beamed upon her eyes seen only in dreams for 
 years ! and, as her lost darling sprang into her 
 arms, and laid his head upon her bosom, a 
 voice of exquisite melody, whose tones had 
 come to her as if from afar off many and many 
 a time, since childhood, said : 
 
 " Daughter, be comforted ! He was too pure, 
 too gentle, too frail for earth. Life would have 
 been sorely tried and tempted of evil, and, per- 
 chance, might have fallen by the way. There- 
 fore in mercy he was removed to this heavenly 
 land, where there is no evil to tempt, no pain to 
 afflict, no grief to bow the stricken heart. Sor- 
 row not for him, for all is well. He has been 
 committed to my care, and I will love him with 
 a tenderness made deeper for the love that is 
 felt for you.
 
 234 MOTHER'S DREAM OF HEAVEN. 
 
 "A little while longer, and you will be called 
 home. I will keep your darling safe for you 
 until that time." 
 
 An angel's kiss then warmed the mothers 
 cheek, and she awoke. Heavenly light and 
 heavenly music were in her chamber. Slowly 
 the light faded, and the music grew fainter and 
 more distant ; not outwardly but inwardly dis- 
 tant ; and as she hearkened after it, bending 
 her spirit towards heaven, she still "heard the 
 sounds; and, even yet she can hear them, 
 when earthly grief is hushed, and her mind is 
 elevated into heavenly tranquillity. 
 
 From that time, joy mingled with the moth- 
 er's sorrow. She believed the dream. To her 
 it was not fantastic, but a vision of things that 
 were. She had treasure above, and her heart 
 was there also. Love's golden chain had ex- 
 tended its links, and the last one was fastened 
 in heaven. Daily, hourly, momently, she miss- 
 ed the one who was away, and she longed to 
 hear again tHe sound of his happy voice, and to 
 look upon his beautiful face; but she knew 
 where he was, anl that it was well with him ; 
 and she dried her eyes and patiently bore her 
 affliction.
 
 A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. 235 
 
 A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. 
 
 " I SHINE in the light of God, 
 
 His likeness stamps my brow, 
 Through the shadow of death my feet have trod, 
 
 And I reign in glory now. 
 No breaking heart is here, 
 
 No keen and thrilling pain, 
 No wasted cheek, which frequent tears 
 
 Have soiled and left their stain. 
 
 " I have found the joys of Heaven, t 
 
 I am one of the Angel band ; 
 To my head a crown is given, 
 
 And a harp is in my hand. 
 I have learned the song they sing, 
 
 Whom Jesus hath made free, 
 And the glorious halls of Heaven still ring 
 
 "With my new-born minstrelsy. 
 
 " No sin, no grief, no pain ; 
 
 Safe in my happy home, 
 My fears all fled, my doubts all slain, 
 
 My hour of triumph come. 
 Friends of my mortal years ! 
 
 The trusted and the true, 
 Ye are walking still in the vale of tears, 
 
 And I wait to welcome you !
 
 236 A VOICE FKOM HEAVEN. 
 
 Do I forget ? Oh no ! 
 
 For memory's golden chain 
 Shall bind my heart to the hearts below, 
 
 Till they meet, and touch again. 
 Each link is strong and bright, 
 
 And love's electric chain 
 Flows freely down like a river of light, 
 
 To the world from whence I came. 
 
 " Do you mourn when another star 
 Shines out from the glittering sky ? 
 
 Do you weep when the voice of war, 
 And the rage of conflicts die ? 
 
 Then why do your tears roll down ? 
 And your hearts be sore riven ? 
 
 For another gem in the Saviour's crown, 
 At d another soul in Heaven."
 
 ANCHOR THY HOPE IN HEAVEN. 237 
 
 ANCHOR THY HOPE IN HEAVEN. 
 
 THE brightest gem the crown of life can show, 
 
 Casting a radiance on our path below, 
 
 Where clouds are gathering, and the lowering storm 
 
 Seems almost bursting o'er the shrinking form, 
 
 The sun of Hope o'er the horizon gleams, 
 
 Sheds o'er the faulting spirit healing beams. 
 
 Hope on hope ever life hath many flowers, 
 Twining around us e'en in gloomy hours ; 
 The cloudiest day will have bright gleams of light, 
 And stars will twinkle through the darkest night. 
 
 Retrace the past, there may be sorrow-tears, 
 Yet joy heart-soothing joy also appears ; 
 If rightly read, each trial-sacrifice 
 Would seem as mercies angels in disguise. 
 
 Hope on hope ever what if hope deceive ; 
 Are we not happier when we thus believe ? 
 Look tq the brightest side through misery's veil, 
 Anchor thy hopes in Heaven, they cannot fail.
 
 238 THE ANGEL MEETING. 
 
 THE ANGEL MEETING. 
 
 " But may ye not, unseen, around us hover 
 
 "With gentle promptings, and sweet influence yet, 
 
 Though the fresh glory of those days be over, 
 
 When 'midst the palm-trees, man your footsteps 
 met?" 
 
 THE last tints of the fading light of day rested 
 upon the pale, sunken cheek of our beloved 
 Nellie. The night breezes strayed to and fro 
 amid the leafy branches near, with low mur- 
 murs which seemed to sigh a mournful requiem 
 over dying hope, blighted in its tender youth. 
 
 Nellie was beautiful ; her dark eye was large 
 and eloquent with rare thoughts which thickly 
 peopled the chambers of her mind. Her soul 
 was ruled by the mighty power of Genius, so 
 that her "words were words of wisdom;" and 
 she " wielded the pen of a ready writer." 
 
 The muses lent their aid and she struck the 
 chords of her lyre and sung in sweetest melody 
 of verse and those who read admired, rejoic- 
 ing for the joy that new and beautiful thoughts 
 had been presented them, and blessed the origi- 
 nator of the same.
 
 THE A.NGEL MEETING. 239 
 
 Of late many gloomy shadows had passed 
 over her bright pathway, dimming the future, 
 and dark clouds of uncertainty hovered near. 
 
 Disease had placed its withering blight upon 
 her delicate form, and we feared she must die ; 
 but our spirits rebelled and said, " we cannot 
 give thee,up, oh Nellie! thou art so dear so 
 beautiful and good ! " 
 
 She had watched the going down of the 
 summer's sun, #s it passed away in all its pa- 
 geant glory; and the air was now soft and 
 balmy filled with the odor of many 4 and 
 beautiful flowers. 
 
 Slowly came forth pale Luna with her glit- 
 tering throng. 
 
 Their bright rays fell here and there amid 
 the dark foliage ; and airy beings stole gently 
 by, sporting with its glancing moonbeams. 
 
 As Nellie gazed out upon this enchanting 
 scene, behold ! two spirits met in mid-air the 
 Life-angel and the Death-angel. 
 
 The Death-angel spread out its broad, dark 
 wing, and in tones like the elow dropping of 
 molten lead, spake in these words : " I have 
 come again from the spirit-land I have come 
 to bear a noble one from these thy realms;
 
 40 THE ANGEL MEETING. 
 
 transported to worlds of light to join the heav- 
 enly choristers, and chant eternal songs of love." 
 
 The Life-angel replied : " Why comest thou 
 so often from out thy dark dwelling to take as 
 thy victims the creatures of my care ? but if 
 I must give to thee now one of my precious 
 treasures, be content with an aged one who 
 has long dwelt here a pilgrim sojourner. Let 
 now his wanderings cease, and take him to thy 
 embrace, for his body is weak, fcnd his soul has 
 grown faint and weary of earth." 
 
 But the Death-angel said, " nay, that cannot 
 be still longer must he linger his time is 
 not mine. I have not come for the withered 
 tree dry and seared in leaf and branch ; but 
 for the young and tender plant. It is my Mas- 
 ter's bidding. He calleth for such an one, 
 transplanted to bloom, warmed by the genial 
 rays of His own light, in His immediate pres- 
 ence. Give me' a youth a fair and gentle 
 youth ! " 
 
 The Life-angel pointed to a stately mansion 
 saying, " There dwells a youth just in his prime, 
 blessed with power and wealth. He holds 
 himself a ruler of the lowly, and the oppressor 
 of the unfortunate. Lo, he is mighty and great
 
 THE ANGEL MEETING. 241 
 
 in power and strength ! Behold, the sous of 
 men do him homage ! 
 
 " If thou shouldst send thy poisoned arrow 
 through his heart and pour thy icy chillness in 
 his veins, now filled with the warm current that 
 I give to mortals ; should he in his pride and 
 honor fall at thy command to leave his gold, 
 then would his devotees with pomp and pa- 
 geant show, over the worthless dust thou leavest 
 behind, make, signs of great mourning rear to 
 his memory a costly monument, and laud his 
 name afar." 
 
 Again the Death-angel spake " Not worth 
 like this is worth in the holy mansions of heaven. 
 His gems not such as gem the choral throng ; 
 and the power that rubies give to man on earth 
 is weakness there. 
 
 " My Master calleth for one whose presence 
 would add brightness to the shining band. 
 Would one, who leaveth all his goods behind, 
 whose soul is stained with the dark deeds of 
 oppression and injustice; which, though the 
 world beheld performed and said 'twas right, 
 because he daily knelt before our Master's 
 throne, there to repeat the words of adulation, 
 would he, I ask, add light to brightness 7 
 16
 
 242 THE ANGEL MEETING. 
 
 \ 
 
 " Soul-worth and heart-goodness alone shall 
 gain the reward of heaven the 'favor of love 
 divine ! " 'and looking down upon lone, sad Nel- 
 lie, the angel thus exclaimed : " There is the 
 boon I ask ; oh, give hereto me ! " 
 
 The Life-angel sorrowing said, " Gladly 
 would I give her to thee, but 'tis hard to bid 
 one so young, so tender, go through the dark 
 flood its waters are so deep, so very^cold! 
 I know the shore is green and beautiful beyond ; 
 that it is all bright there where no night 'is. I 
 know she is an orphan, bereft of kindred and 
 friends, who at thy signal have gone to the 
 spirit-world ; that her tired soul often yearns 
 for rest, the rest that is found in the far-off 
 land to which thou bearest such as she oh, 
 choose some flower less lovely ! for I can boast 
 of few so good as she, - yet if it be God's will 
 not mine be done : still let her linger while 
 the flowers are blooming, while all is life and 
 beauty in this sweet summer time. It is not 
 fit to take her from such scenes as these ! " 
 
 The Death-angel soon replied " All is well. 
 Be it even as thou hast said. When 1 call for 
 her it shall be the sad, sweet autumn .time ; 
 then will I take her to my dark domain, and
 
 THE ANGEL MEETING. 243 
 
 from thence up to realms of light," and rejoic- 
 ing that at last he had found the object of his 
 search, and well nigh ready to be carried from 
 this vale below, let fall the shadow of its 
 wing upon her lovely form and sealed her for 
 his own, and shouted, " she is mine!" 
 
 During all this time another angel form had 
 lingered near, and heard the low communings 
 of these two. 
 
 It was Nellie's guardian angel the spirit 
 of Genius. When it caught their tones and 
 knew that she must go, it let fall its head and 
 wept yes, great in all its loftiness, its glory and 
 might ; bowed low and mourned that this dear 
 object of its charge must, thus early, know the 
 blight of death ! 
 
 There was a low murmuring like the bitter 
 sighs of tho^e afar, and the dew-drops gently 
 descended to the ground. 
 
 Did not Nellie hear in the murmurings of the 
 winds, the sighs of the Life-angel and Genius 
 wailing together ? and did she not look upon 
 the descending drops as their tears being wept 
 for her ? and Nellie wept too. 
 
 Days, weeks passed by ; at last there came a 
 frost, a blight, and the beautiful flowers drooped
 
 244 THE ANGEL MEETING. 
 
 their heads ; their leaves withered and dying 
 whispered, " thou Nellie too must die ! " 
 
 A little later the branches of the trees were 
 bare their foliage scattered on the ground 
 rustled sadly, mournfully in the gale. In the 
 same room where upon that summer's eve Nel- 
 lie had seen in her soul a vision of the angel- 
 meeting, now lay a cold, still form. 
 
 The spirit of Nellie had fled its earthly tene- 
 ment. 
 
 Again there was mourning upon earth, but 
 in heaven there was joy, exceeding joy that 
 a sister spirit had joined their throng. With 
 her golden harp she sung, in softest, sweetest 
 strains, praises to God upon his throne, and 
 cried, "joy ! joy !" The heavenly arches and 
 the celestial band echoed, "joy! joy! " 
 
 AN angel form, with brow of light, 
 
 Watched over a sleeping infant's dream, 
 
 And gazed as though his visage bright 
 He there beheld as in a stream. 
 
 Fair child, whose face with love doth shine, 
 O come, he said, and fly with me ; 
 
 Come forth to happiness divine, 
 For earth is all unworthy thee ! 
 
 The angel shook his snowy wings, 
 And through the fields of ether sped, 
 
 Where heaven's eternal music rings, 
 Mother, alas ! thy child is dead !
 
 SIXG TO ME OP HEAVEN. 245 
 
 I'VE heard you sing of earthly bowers, 
 All overhung with fading flowers ; 
 
 Now sing to me of heaven ! 
 Though earth's young buds may open fair, 
 There is a poison in the air, 
 A. blight on every blossom there ; 
 
 Oh sing to me of heaven ! 
 
 Fm fainting with the dust and strife 
 That fill the battle-field of life ; 
 
 Oh sing to me of heaven ! 
 The white-robed angels gently move 
 Among the happy fields above, 
 And all their words are breathed in love ; 
 
 Oh sing to me of heaven ! 
 
 Aye, sing ! for I am longing so 
 To that delightful rest to go, 
 
 The holy rest of heaven ! 
 Your notes will make my spirit strong 
 To rise o'er mortal grief and wrong, 
 And listen to the angels' song ; 
 
 Oh sing to me of heaven !
 
 246 GUIDE TO HEAVEN. 
 
 GUIDE TO HEAVEN. 
 MY Sister, 
 The Bible, 
 God's holy Word, 
 Which he to sinful man has given, 
 Bright morning star 
 The only star 
 
 To point the wanderer home to Heaven. 
 My Sister, 
 The Bible, 
 The only mirror 
 
 Which shows to man his base behavior 
 To Him who died, 
 The crucified, 
 
 But now the great the risen Saviour. 
 My sister, 
 The Bible, 
 A brother's gift ; 
 A gift to prize above all others. 
 It gives you light, 
 It bring's you life, 
 It brings you love beyond a brother's. 
 
 My sister, . 
 
 f The Bible, 
 O, prize it well. 
 
 'Tis Heaven's chart, to guide you home 
 To worlds of light, 
 Where, robed in white, 
 The Saviour smiling, bids you come.
 
 THE CHILD'S THOUGHT OF HEAVEN. 247 
 
 THE CHILD'S FIRST THOUGHT OF HEAVEN. 
 
 " DEAR mother, why those marks of care, 
 Those lines of white in thy dark hair ? 
 It was not so last Christmas-day ; 
 Why, tell me why your locks are gray ? " 
 
 " My son, the harvest draweth nigh, 
 When I must lay me down to die." 
 
 " I well remember how you cried, 
 The day that little Henry died, 
 But still can see your placid look 
 When reading from God's holy Book." 
 
 " My son, a hope to me was given, 
 That I should meet him soon in heaven." 
 
 " But when my body, too, shall die, 
 And silent in the cold earth lie, 
 Will not my soul in joy arise 
 To meet our Henry in the skies ? " 
 
 " It will, my son, if here on earth 
 You truly know the second birth." 
 
 " I want to meet you, too, dear mother, 
 With father, May and baby brother ; 
 And Katy Ray, our good old nurse, 
 Won't she be there to see to us ? "
 
 248 "I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL." 
 
 " My son', there's room for all above, 
 Who ne'er forget that ' God is love.' 
 Go on, and through life's fleeting day, 
 0, ne'er my boy, forget to pray ; 
 And when o'erhangs the gloom of even, 
 You'll sleep on earth to wake in heaven." 
 
 I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL." 
 
 JN the door of a New England cottage sat a 
 little child, at the close of a summer Sabbath 
 day. The twilight was fading, and as the 
 shades of evening deepened into darkness, one 
 after another of the stars stood out in the sky, 
 and looked down on the child in his thought- 
 ful mood. He looked up into the mysterious 
 chambers above him, and counted the bright 
 spots as they came, till his eyes grew weary of 
 watching the worlds of light, which to him were 
 only holes in heaven's floor to let the glory 
 through. And the child became so thoughtful 
 in his reverie, that his mother said to him, 
 
 " What are you thinking of, my son ?" 
 He started as suddenly awakened from a 
 dream ; and when she repeated her inquiry, he 
 could only say,
 
 "I "WANT TO BE AN ANGEL." 249 
 
 " I was thinking " 
 
 " Yes, my dear child, I knew you were think- 
 ing, and I wish you would tell your mother 
 what you were thinking of." 
 
 " O," said he, and his little eyes sparkled in 
 the dark with the thought on his lips, " O 
 mother, I want to be angel!" 
 " And will you tell me, my precious boy, 
 why you would be an angel?" 
 
 " Heaven is away up there, mother, and God 
 is there, and the angels love him, and are so 
 good and so happy ; I want to be good and go 
 there to love God, and be an angel to wait on 
 him forever." 
 
 There was something so much like the voice 
 of heaven in these words, that the mother, 
 proud of her son, but trembling for her treasure, 
 called him to her knee ; and, as he Isfld his head 
 on her bosom and wept, she thought she had 
 been warned as in a vision. But she was wise 
 as well as fond in her affection, and she kissed 
 his forehead, and smoothed his silken hair, and 
 in a low, gentle voice told him to be a good 
 boy, and by-and-by he should be an angel 
 among angels. His young heart was comforted. 
 He sat on her knee for an hour, and asked
 
 250 "I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL." 
 
 strange, deep questions, which the mother could 
 not always answer ; and then he knelt by her 
 side, and with her soft hand on his had, he re- 
 peated his evening prayer. 
 
 " Jesus, Saviour, Son of God, 
 Wash me in thy precious blood ; 
 I thy little lamb would be, 
 Help me, Lord, to look to thee." 
 
 A few minutes afterward he was in his cot 
 asleep, dreaming, perhaps, of heaven. 
 
 Within less than a quarter of a year, when 
 the summer was gone, but the mellow autumn 
 was yet lingering, and the leaves had not 
 yet changed to fall, the child fell sick, and the 
 light of that cottage, the joy of that mother's 
 heart went out. He breathed his last in her 
 arms ; ancras he took her parting kiss, he whis- 
 pered in her ear, " / am going- to be an angel ! " 
 
 And so death closed those little eyes 
 shrouded their bright glances. O, that the sun 
 would not come streaming in on that shrouded 
 form, as if there were no grief in the world ! 
 
 How sweetly he sleeps that little coveted 
 angel ! How lightly curl the glossy rings on 
 his white forehead! You could weep your
 
 "I WANT TO BE AN ANGtL." 251 
 
 very soul away, to think those cherub lips will 
 .never, never unclose. Vainly you ciasp and 
 unclasp that passive, darling hand, that has 
 wandered so often over your cheek. Vainly 
 your anguished glance strives to reap the dim 
 story of love in these faded orbs. The voice, 
 sweet as winds blowing through wreathed 
 shells, slumbers forever. And still the busy 
 world knocks at your door, and will let you 
 have no peace. 
 
 It shouts in your ear ; its chariots rumble by ; 
 it smiles broadly in your careworn face ; it 
 mocks you as you sew the shroud ; it meets 
 you at the coffin, at the grave, and its heavy 
 footsteps tramp up and down in the empty 
 rooms from whence you have borne your dead. 
 But it comes never in the hush of night, so 
 wipe away your tears ! 
 
 Can you look up ? Can you bear the splen- 
 dor of that sight? Ten thousand celestial 
 beings, and your own radiant child in their 
 midst ! 
 
 Cling not too closely to your beautiful trea- 
 sures, children of earth! ;
 
 252 THE CHERUB CHILD. 
 
 THE CHERUB CHILD. 
 
 GOD looked among his cherub band, 
 And one was wanting there, 
 
 To swell along the holy band 
 The hymns of praise and prayer. 
 
 One little soul which long had been 
 Half way 'tween earth and sky, 
 
 Untempted in a world of sin, 
 He watched with loving eye. 
 
 It was too promising a flower 
 
 To bloom upon this earth, 
 And God did give it angel power, 
 
 And bright celestial birth. 
 
 The world was all too bleak and cold, 
 
 To yield it quiet rest ; 
 God brought it to a Shepherd's fold, 
 
 And laid it on his breast. 
 
 There, Mother, in thy Saviour's arms, 
 
 Forever undefiled, 
 Amid the little cherub band, 
 
 Is thy beloved child.
 
 OUR DARLIXG. 
 
 OUK DARLING. 
 
 OH ! weep with me, our darling's dead ! 
 
 "We've laid him low ; 
 Cold wintry winds above his head 
 
 Now rudely blow. 
 
 And starry snow-flakes softly fall 
 
 Above his bed ; 
 Gently, as at some spirit's call, 
 
 To guard the dead. 
 
 'Twas tranquil summer's day 
 
 We laid him there ; 
 Pale blooming flowers drooping lay 
 
 Around his hair. 
 
 The gentle zephyrs mildly played 
 
 O'er his pale brow ; 
 We wept when low his form was laid ; 
 
 We mourn him now. 
 
 
 
 Yet while we weep, a voice we hear, 
 
 A voice of love ; 
 It bids us wipe the falling tear, 
 
 And look above. 
 
 The grave is not your loved one's home, 
 Not where he lies.
 
 254 CHILDREN IN HEAVEN. 
 
 H-is spirit evermore shall roam 
 In Paradise. 
 
 Sweet angel-boy ! Thou wert not given 
 
 Long here to dwell. 
 From earth's rude blast thou'rt safe in Heaven. 
 
 'Tis weU; 'tis well! 
 
 CHILDKEN IN HEAVEN. 
 
 WHO are they whose little feet, 
 Pacing life's dark journey through, 
 
 Now have reached that heavenly seat 
 They have ever kept in view ! 
 
 " I from Greenland's frozen land, 
 
 I from India's sultry plain, 
 I from Afric's barren sand, 
 I from Islands of the main ! " 
 
 " All our earthly journey past, 
 Every tear and pain gone by, 
 
 Here together met at last 
 At the portals of the sky." 
 
 Each the welcome, "Come" awaits, 
 Conquerors over death and sin ; 
 
 Lift your heads, ye golden gates, 
 Let the little travellers hi !
 
 RE-UNION IN HEAVEN. 255 
 
 Soon shall we meet again 
 
 Meet ne'er to .sever ; 
 Soon will peace wreath her chain 
 
 Round us forever ; 
 Our hearts will then repose 
 Secure from worldly woes ; 
 Our songs of praise shall close 
 
 Never no, Never! 
 
 RE-UNION IN HEAVEN. 
 
 How short is the earthly history of a family ! 
 A few years, and those who are now embraced 
 in a family circle will be scattered. The child- 
 ren, now the tender objects of solicitude, will 
 have grown up and gone forth to their respect- 
 ive stations in the world. A few years more, 
 and children /and parents will have passed 
 from this earthly stage. Their name will be 
 no longer heard in their present dwelling. 
 Their domestic loves and anxieties, happiness 
 and sorrows, will be a lost and forgotten his- 
 tory. Every heart in which it was written will 
 be mouldering in the dust. And is this all ? 
 Is this the whole satisfaction which is provided
 
 256 RE-UNION IN HEAVEN. 
 
 for some of the strongest feelings of our hearts ? 
 If it be, how shall we dare pour forth our affec- 
 tions on objects so fleeting. How can such 
 transitory beings, with whom our connection is 
 so brief, engage all the love we are capable of 
 feeling ? Why should not our feelings toward 
 them be as feeble and unsatisfying as they ? 
 But, blessed be God ! this is not all. Of this 
 he has given us perfect assurance in the Gos- 
 pel of his Son. Though to the eye of unen- 
 lightened nature the ties of domestic love seem 
 scattered into dust, the spiritual eye of faith 
 perceives that they have been loosened on 
 earth, only to be resumed, under far happier 
 circumstances, in the regions of everlasting 
 love and bliss. Though the history of a family 
 may seem to be forgotten, when the last mem- 
 ber of it is laid in the grave, the memory of it 
 still lives in immortal souls, and when the cir- 
 cle is wholly dissolved on earth, it is again 
 completed in heaven. 
 
 END.
 
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 "The Good That I Can Do" 
 
 W. H. DOYLE, Bridgeport, 
 Conn.: The poem, "The Frater- 
 nalist," sought by J. N. W., in 
 your issue of Oct. 6, was written 
 by George Linnaeus Banks (1821- 
 1881), an English poet, and was 
 printed many years ago in school 
 readers. There are five stanzas, 
 the first of which contains the 
 lines wanted. 
 I live for those who love me, 
 
 Whose hearts are kind and true, 
 For the heaven that smiles above 
 me 
 
 And awaits my spirit too ; 
 For all human ties that bind me, 
 For the task my God assigned me, 
 For the bright hopes yet to find 
 me 
 
 And the good that I can do. 
 
 A number of readers identified 
 the poem or sent copies titled, 
 "What I Live For" and "My Aim." 
 They wrote that it may be found 
 in "Songs of Challenge," by Rob- 
 ert Frothingham (Houghton Mif- 
 flin Company), Page 69; "The 
 Best Loved Poems of the Ameri- 
 can People" (Garden City Pub- 
 lishing Company, New York), 
 Page 321; "Humbler Poets," by 
 Slason Thompson (A. C. McClurg 
 & Co., Chicago, 111.), on Page 277.