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SACRED TOEMS, 
 
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 ^iRORGE F. VORTHINGTON, A. M. 
 
 (FIRST RECTOR OF ST. TIMOTHY'S CHURCH ANB 
 HALL NEAR BALTIMORE, MD. 
 
 THIRD EDITION. 
 
 WITH ADDITIONS AND CORRKCTIONS. 
 
 BALTIMORE: 
 
 PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR, 
 
 1868. ^- 
 
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 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868. 
 
 by Geo. F. Worthington, in the Clerk's Office 
 
 of the District Court of Maryland. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Preface ... 5 
 
 .Oi'yyting 7 
 
 To my Mother 8 
 
 The Way to Heaven 11 
 
 it Cometh from Above 12 
 
 Abide with CJs 10 
 
 A Walk iu the Street, and What I Saw 17 
 
 Longing for Rest 21 
 
 Without God 23 
 
 The Blind Beggar 27 
 
 Thou IMd'st Turn Thy Face from me, and 
 
 I was Troubled 29 
 
 Blessed are They that Mourn 32 
 
 Blessed are the Pur*^ in Heart 33 
 
 The First Martyr 34 
 
 Broken-hearted 36 
 
 ''You First, Sir," or the Unselfish Hero.... 39 
 
 Looking for her Husband 43 
 
 Get a Home, and Keep it , 47 
 
Devotion 5(^ 
 
 Philadelphia. 51 
 
 To a Young Lady Whom I Baptized in 
 
 Infancy 52x 
 
 Father and Son in the House of God 54 
 
 To a Woman Gazing on a Cross £& 
 
 Trust 5^. 
 
 I Love Every-body 60 
 
 The Lady and the Umbrella 64 
 
 At Morn , 66 
 
 Thou art Going from Us, Fatlie 67 
 
 Faith, Hope and Charity 70 
 
 Kindness to God's Creatures 71 
 
 The Rich Man's Lament 72 
 
 The Poor Man's Consolation......... 77 
 
 The Crown of Glory 79- 
 
 She may Live 80 
 
 A Blessing at Meals 81 
 
 Mourning for his Mother 82 
 
 I Go to my Father, and Ye See no More... 85. 
 
 No Night There 87 
 
 Mary at the Sepulchre ,.. 91 
 
 Thine is the Kingdom 92 
 
 Bride and Widow, or Smiles and Tears 93 
 
 A Widowed Mother at the deathbed of her 
 
 o^nly Sou 96 
 
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 The empty Cradle 97 
 
 The Grumbler 98 
 
 I Would not Live Alway 101 
 
 To a G-uardian Angel 103 
 
 A Mother's ifiddress to the same 104 
 
 Set your Affection on Things Above 105 
 
 Somebody's Child 107 
 
 To a young Lady in Sorrow 109 
 
 To an Angel of Peace Ill 
 
 To the same 113 
 
 Lines sent with the above Picture 115 
 
 A Prayer 117 
 
 The Master is Gome, and Calleth for Thee. 118 
 
 To a young Lady in a Flower Garden 120 
 
 To a 3^oung Widowed Mother ..121 
 
 My Lovers and Friends Hast Thou put 
 
 away from me 122 
 
 The Bereaved Mother 124 
 
 She is not Dead, but Sleepeth 125 
 
 I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life 126 
 
 Ring the Bell softly . ...127 
 
 PART SECOND. 
 
 FOR CHILDREN. 
 
 Looking unto Jesus 128 
 
 To my little Daughter 130 
 
 To my little Son 131 
 
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 To a little (jrirl on (ioing lu Daily Fra3'«er...l33 
 To a little Girl on Receiving her first Pre- • 
 
 vaimii 135 
 
 To a little ^Hil muuh Pleased with a Toy... 136 
 To a litth' <Hrl Sorrowing over a broken 
 
 Tov 137 
 
 To an Infant Sweetly Sleeping 138 
 
 Bless Papa and Mamma 139 
 
 'J'o an Orphan Kneeling at its Mother's 
 
 Grrave 140 
 
 The Orphan's Dream ..141 
 
 Brother and Sister 142 
 
 The little Pilgrim 143 
 
 To two Friendless little Girls .144 
 
 To a poor little Girl Crying in the Street... 145 
 
 The Child's Morning Prayer 149 
 
 The Child's Evening Prayer 150 
 
 To the Sexton's Daughter 151 
 
 The Little Girl that Cried to go to Church 153 
 Tlio Little Girl that " Went about Doing 
 
 'Jood" 157 
 
 '" 1 Don't Like to do it," or the Little Girl 
 
 that Loved her own Way 161 
 
 The^ Devout Sailor Boy : 165 
 
 To ni}' little Son when going away to School 168 
 Good-Bve 170 
 
F K E F A C E . 
 
 This volume is coiuposed of .seltctioiis from 
 the several others of variouei sizes, which have 
 already been published by the author, and of 
 many new poems which have not appeared be- 
 fore, except in leaflets and newspapers. 
 
 In bringing out another and much larger 
 volume, he would do violence to his feelings 
 if he should fail lo offer to his brethren in the 
 Ministry and to numerous other friends and 
 patrons throughout the country, his hearty 
 thanks for the favor with which they have re- 
 garded his very imperfect and unpretending 
 productions, and for the partiality and kindoess 
 which have enabled him to publish in about 
 three years seven editions of his writings in 
 volumes, besides many thousands of poems in 
 leaflets and other forms. If any good has been 
 done by these little publications, and he has 
 received many very gratifying assurances that 
 
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 sneli is the case, to them far more than to the 
 author is the credit due ; and especially would 
 he render devout thanks and praise to that 
 great and gracious Being, Who has mercifully 
 vouchsafed to His unworthy servant, in these 
 latter years of infirmity and sorrow, the desire 
 and ability to do even a very little for the 
 glory of His Name, and the gratification and 
 benefit of his fellow-men. 
 
GREETING. 
 
 Dear Reader, should this Book suggest 
 
 A few good thoughts to thee, 
 Abundant pleasure and reward 
 
 Would it afford to me : 
 But God be prais'd, Who gives the power, 
 
 And also gives the will ; 
 
 may He both of us inspire 
 To love and serve Him still. 
 
 1 do not know that, in this world, 
 We e'er shall have a meeting, 
 
 But, being both redeem'd by Christ, 
 
 I offer kindly greeting : 
 O may the Precious One above 
 
 So bless us with His grace. 
 That we may surely meet in Heaven, 
 
 And see Him face to face, 
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TO MY MOTHER. 
 
 " I went heavily as one that mourneth for his mother." 
 Fsalni 35, 14. 
 
 mother dear, I remember so well 
 
 The year, and the month, and the day, 
 When it pleased our Father who dwelleth 
 on high 
 To send down and take thee away. 
 
 Thy love was so warm, so tender thy care. 
 Thy spirit so sweet, pure and true, 
 
 'J'hat I never can think of earth's lovely things 
 And not have thee brought to my view. 
 
 My years were so few, my health was so frail 
 My heart had so leaned on thy love, 
 
 That I hardly could think it was kind in God 
 E'en to take and keep thee above. 
 
 As I walked from the house on that dark day 
 With the friend that led me away, 
 
 1 thought of the loved one then gone to her 
 
 rest, 
 And my h^art was filled with dismay. 
 
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 Though my father was left, most kind and 
 true, 
 
 And sisters, and brothers, and friends, 
 Could I find in all these, and others combined 
 
 For loss of dear mother amends ? 
 
 I thought not so then, in life's early spring-, 
 When youth's brightest flowers were in 
 bloom : 
 What must 1 have thought, had I looked far 
 ahead, 
 And seen life's dark trials and gloom ? 
 
 mother dear, had'st thou been at my side, 
 As I've toiled, grieved and struggled along 
 
 My work had been lighter, my heart far less 
 sad, 
 My faith much more steiidy and strong. 
 
 Had'st thou been near in the days of my 
 youth, 
 As I trod its most dangerous way : 
 Had I heard thy sweet voice, aud seen thy 
 sweet smile, 
 As the tempter would lead me astray. 
 
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 Had'st thou followed me on to manhood's 
 prime, 
 
 And seen my fierce struggle with sin, 
 How sickness and sorrow, bereavment and loss 
 
 Beset me wthout and within : 
 
 In all of these trials, I know full well, 
 I could e'er have looked to thy love. 
 
 To guide and to counsel, to soothe and to point 
 To the saints' sweet home far above. 
 
 But, mother, it had not been proper or kind 
 To have wished thee here a long stay ; 
 
 How should I rejoice that it pleased God so 
 soon 
 To call thy loved spirit away. 
 
 My life in this world is longer than thine, 
 Much greater my sorrow and pa'in, 
 
 But may I not hope that the end will soon 
 come, 
 And I'll meet my dear mother again. 
 
 In that sweet world above, where friends do 
 not part. 
 Where death fond hearts does not sever, 
 Where parents and children together may 
 dwell, 
 And Hve oti, and love on, forever. 
 
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 THE WAY TO HEAVEN. 
 
 The way to Heaven, O glorious way 
 Leading from darkness unto day — 
 
 From all the poor things here below, 
 From sin and sickness, want and woe. 
 
 To light and gladness up on high, 
 All lovely things beyond the sky, 
 
 To God's sweet presence, brightest joy 
 Beyond degree, without alloy. 
 
 Lord give me grace to walk this way, 
 let my footsteps never stray ; 
 
 By day and night be at my side 
 To strengthen, comfort, guard and guide. 
 
 And when I reach the gate of death, 
 Sustain and cheer my fainting breath, 
 
 And raise me up, good Lord, I pray, 
 To dwell w^th Thee in endless day. 
 
"IT COMETH FROM ABOVE." 
 
 On reading of a little beggar boy who used often to 
 repeat these words in times of sorrow, as well as of joy. 
 
 " It Cometh from above" — 
 All " Cometh from above ;" 
 
 How shall we ever fitly thank 
 The God of boundless love ? 
 
 "It cometh from above" — 
 Each blessing from on high ; 
 
 O let us raise our souls to Him 
 AVho dwelleth in the sky. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 The sun's rich glowing light ; 
 
 And all the sweet, but paler, beams 
 Of moon and stars at niglit. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 Each herb and pretty flower ; 
 
 The dewdrop on the morning gras§. 
 And each refreshing shower. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 Each fish that swims the sea ; 
 
 Each little insect, and the bird 
 That carols on the tree* 
 
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 " It Cometh from above" — 
 
 Whate'er we eat or drink ; 
 The clothes we wear, the air we breathe 
 The power to love and think. 
 
 *'lt cometh from above" — 
 Each loving word and deed ; 
 
 \Vhatever others kindly do 
 To help us in our need. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 Each good and seeming ill ; 
 
 Whether our hearts o'erflow with joy, 
 Our cups with sorrow fill. 
 
 "It cometh from above" — 
 
 To help us to the sky ; 
 If not a ray of light we see, 
 
 And tear-drops fill our eye. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 
 My Father bears the rod ; 
 I meekly bend and kiss Thy hand, 
 
 My Sayiour and my God. 
 
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 " It cometh from above" — 
 
 Our every wish to pray ; 
 The eye that sees, the ear that hears 
 
 The good we do or say. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 God's sweet renewing grace, 
 
 To carry iis from earth to Heaven, 
 That we may see His face. 
 
 " It cometh from above"' — 
 God's precious Son came down 
 
 To show us how to bear the cross. 
 And then to wear the crown. 
 
 " It cometh from above" — 
 All from our Father's store ; 
 
 let us strive to rise and dwell 
 With Him for evermore. 
 
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 ABIDE WITH US. 
 
 ST. LUKE 24-29. 
 
 Abide with us, O blessed Lord, 
 Life's journey just begun ; 
 
 Abide with us through all our course, 
 Until life's race is run. 
 
 Abide with us in sin and pain, 
 
 In loss and want and woe ; 
 Abide with us through all the ills 
 
 That crowd our path below. 
 
 Abide with us amidst the joys 
 Of health, content and love ; 
 
 Abide with us, and show the way 
 To brighter bliss above. 
 
 Abide with us when death shall come, 
 Nor leave us in the grave ; 
 
 Abide with us, and raise us up, 
 O Thou, who cam'st to save. 
 
 Abide with us, as age on age 
 
 Eternally shall roll ; 
 Abide with us, precious feast 
 
 And portion of the soul. 
 
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 Abide with us, our Shepherd, Guide, 
 Our Father, King and Lord ; 
 
 Our only stay, our only hope, 
 Our comfort and reward. 
 
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 A WALK IN THE STREET. 
 
 AND WHAT I SAW. 
 
 " The poor ye have always with you, aud whensoever 
 ye will ye may do them good." 
 
 " Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of 
 these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." 
 
 I went along the street one day, 
 
 0, how my heart did ache, 
 So many forms of woe I met — 
 
 Hearts almost fit to break. 
 
 First came poor Afric's sorrowiuof son ; 
 
 His face was black as night, 
 And on his soul there seemed to shine 
 
 No ray of heavenly light. 
 
 He showed me his once strong right hand. 
 
 Drawn up and stiflf with pain, 
 Declaring that he could not work, 
 
 And never might again. 
 
 He asked not alms, nor for himself, 
 
 But some light job or other, 
 By which a few cents he might earn, 
 
 For dear old dying mother. 
 
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 Another one, old, bent and lame, 
 With horse and saw came by ; 
 
 I thought he surely could not work, 
 But merely meant to try. 
 
 But when I asked how he could work, 
 He smilmg, said, " E,ii»ht well, 
 
 Master, I saw a piece or two, 
 And then I rest a spell." 
 
 A little boy stood in the street, 
 
 Bewildered and distrest ; 
 The tears were streaming down his cheeks 
 
 And falling on his breast. 
 
 He said that he had wandered far. 
 And could not find his home — 
 
 That he was hungry, wet and cold, 
 And soon dark night would come. 
 
 Ah me ! how many of Christ's lambs, 
 
 Have gone far, far astray. 
 And now can hardly find the road, 
 
 That leads to endless day. 
 
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 A little girl, in rags and dirt, 
 
 Was left alone to roam ; 
 She seemed to harve no mother dear, 
 
 No father, nor a home. 
 
 I met a man who'd lost his sight, 
 
 Led by a boy not kind ; 
 And then there came, more dreadful still, 
 
 One who had lost his mind. 
 
 I saw a man without a foot. 
 
 And one without a hand ; 
 Some seemed as if they could not walk, 
 
 And some could hardly stand. 
 
 And then a poor old woman came, 
 Pale, worn, and sore distrest ; 
 
 Oh, how I longed to comfort her, 
 And give her peace and rest. 
 
 They tell me not to notice those 
 
 Wlio suflfer in the street — 
 To close my eyes and stop my ears, 
 
 To all the poor I meet. 
 
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 But rather would I cease to hear, 
 And lose these useless eyes, 
 
 I'hari pass poor, helpless sufferers by, 
 Regardless of their cries. 
 
 I wish I had a rich man's purse 
 Along the street to spend ; 
 
 How many to their dark, sad haunts 
 With light and joy I'd send. 
 
 And if I cannot money give, 
 AVith words and looks of love 
 
 I'll try to cheer and help them on 
 To homes and joys above. 
 
 I'll tell them of our Saviour's love, 
 How He did bless the poor, 
 
 And how they soon may go to dwell 
 With Him forevermore. 
 
 My own poor eyes are getting dim. 
 And weak my voice and feet. 
 
 But oh ! while life and power are left, 
 I'll help the poor I meet. 
 
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 LONGING FOR REST. 
 
 "And I Baid, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for thea 
 would 1 flee away, and be at rest."— Ps. 55-6. 
 
 At rest from sin and sorrow, 
 From pain and sickness free, 
 At rest from all life's cares and griefs. 
 How happy should I be ! 
 
 From " the stormy wind" of passion, 
 From temptation's surging wave ; 
 At rest with all the blessed saints 
 That slumber in the grave ! 
 
 With Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs, 
 At rest with all of these, 
 0, after this world's storms and woes, 
 What precious, luscious ease ! 
 
 To finish earth's dull pilgrimage, 
 To pass through death's dread gloom, 
 To Paradise, where brightest flowers 
 Shed gladness and perfume ! 
 
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 With Cherubim and Seraphim, 
 At rest with Jesus too ! 
 With all sad sights of earth shut out, 
 And God and Heaven in view ! 
 
 Oh ! what a glorious rest were that ! 
 Who would not weep and pray 
 That God would please to hasten on 
 That long, sweet Sabbath-Day ? 
 
 Dear little dove, on wing's like thine 
 The Spirit used to come ; 
 And may we not be wafted thus 
 To our sweet, heavenly home ? 
 
 If not for me a dove's swift wings. 
 Sweet Angel, lend me thine ; 
 I know that thou would'st help me flee 
 From cares and griefs like mine. 
 
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 WITHOUT GOD. 
 
 Without Thee, without Thee, 
 Great Source of Light and Love ; 
 
 Without Thee, whom all good men praise, 
 And Angel hosts above. 
 
 O without Thee in this world, 
 Where all were dark and drear, 
 
 Had not Thy blessed Son come down 
 To bring salvation near. 
 
 Without Thee when temptations 
 
 And sorrows rage and roar. 
 Where should I flee from these dread storms. 
 
 If Thou should'st shut the door ? 
 
 Without Thee in life's morning, 
 
 Or 'mid its noonday woes, 
 Or when its sun, obscured by sin. 
 
 Is sinking to its close. 
 
 Without Thee, O most Mighty ! 
 
 How could I live a day ? 
 Why should I draw another breath 
 
 If not to praise and pray ? 
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 Wide sea without a harbor, 
 Rough road without an end, 
 
 A storm that never could be still, 
 All foes and not a friend ! 
 
 High hill rising up and up, 
 
 A bottomless abyss, 
 A desert where fierce beasts devour. 
 
 And deadly serpents hiss ! 
 
 Bright beauties shining round me 
 
 Without an eye to see ; 
 'Mid music sweet as seraphs sing, 
 
 No melody to me ! 
 
 Fatherless and sickly child, 
 Babe without dear mother. 
 
 Without a home or sister's love, 
 And yet not a brother ! 
 
 Sickness without hope of cure.. 
 
 Overwhelming sadness, 
 A starless night without a morn, 
 
 Not one gleam of gladness ! 
 
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 Without Thee, my Saviour 1 
 With none to help or save, 
 
 How could I bear this load of life, 
 Or rest within the grave ? 
 
 And then, without, without Thee 
 Beyond the dismal tomb, 
 
 Cast out and driven from Thy face 
 To deep and endless gloom ! 
 
 Without Thee at the Judgment, 
 When all before Thee stand, 
 
 With none to speak a word of love, 
 Or hold my trembling hand ! 
 
 Without Thee, without Thee, 
 As age on age shall roll. 
 
 With no one near to wipe my eyes, 
 Or soothe my aching soul I 
 
 Without Thee, and with Devils, 
 With countless myriads lost, 
 
 On shoreless, quenchless sea of fire, 
 Forever, ever tost. 
 
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 Without Thee, O no, ivith Thee ! 
 
 Let father, mother go ; 
 Let brothers, sisters, all forsake, 
 
 Each friend become a foe. 
 
 Let all things good and lovely 
 
 Go far away from me ; 
 I need not weep, I cannot want, 
 
 If I have only Thee. 
 
 From earth's most bitter sorrow 
 
 I ask not to be free ; 
 Nor without sickness, pain and death, 
 
 But, Oh ! not without Thee ! 
 
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 THE BLIND BEGGAR. 
 
 I am poor and blind, 
 
 But what if I am ? 
 Ib there no worse evil than this ? 
 
 I may be right poor, 
 And nerer see more, 
 
 And yet may rim over with bliss. 
 
 If I am not rich, 
 
 My Saviour was poor, 
 how wretchedly poor was He ; 
 
 It's surely euough 
 For poor servant here 
 
 Like his Master and Lord to be. 
 
 If I cannot see. 
 
 There's enough on earth 
 That never should come to my eyes 
 
 I'll wait a little, 
 And then, how bright ! 
 There's plenty of light in the skies. 
 
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 A very poor man 
 
 Enthroned in glory, 
 Is beckoning to me from above ; 
 
 If He'd but say so, 
 Like a dove I'd go, 
 
 And fly to the arms of His love. 
 
 AVith my eyes so dim 
 
 I can still see Him, 
 E'en while I am waiting below ; 
 
 Should I reach the skies, 
 How these poor dark eyes 
 
 With glory's sweet radiance would glowl 
 
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 THOU DIDST TURN THY FACE FROM ME, 
 AND I WAS TROUBLED. Ps. 30, 7. 
 
 Let the sun cease to shine, 
 And all dark be the day, 
 But, O merciful God, 
 Turn Thy face not away. 
 
 Let the friend that I loved, 
 And believed without guile, 
 Now reproachfully glance 
 And withhold the sweet smile. 
 
 Let sister or brother, 
 Or parent most dear, 
 Put on a dark frown 
 Whenever I'm near: 
 
 But let not the face 
 Of the Dear One above 
 Be clothed with aught else 
 But unspeakable love. 
 
 When my soul is pressed down 
 With the burthen of sin, 
 When the world is all dark 
 And there's darkness within; 
 
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 When I'm troubled with doubts 
 And startled with fears, 
 "When my eye-lids are wet 
 With deep penitent tears; 
 
 When I raise up my hands, 
 And seek Thy sweet face, 
 To beg for Thy mercy 
 And sue for Thy grace; 
 
 Oh ! where should I go. 
 
 Oh I what should I do, 
 
 If the face of my God 
 
 Should be turned from my view 
 
 When life has passed by, 
 And I come to the grave. 
 With none there to pity, 
 And no one to save, 
 
 Oh ! what would I give 
 
 For a drop cf Thy grace ? 
 
 Oh! may I not have 
 
 One sweet smile from Thy face ? 
 
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 And at the last day, 
 When all shall appear, 
 The sentence to death 
 Or to glory to hear, 
 
 Saviour most dear, 
 May my portion then be 
 To see Thee look down 
 With compassion on me. 
 
 Light of the world, 
 Sun of my soul, 
 Illmnine my path 
 'Till I get to the goal. 
 
 Should'st Thou turn away, 
 Oh ! how dark it would be ; 
 What could light me, O Lord. 
 To glory and Thee ? 
 
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 BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN. 
 
 FOR THET SHALL BE COMFORTED. ST. MATTHEW, 5, 4. 
 
 " Blessed are they that mourn," 
 That mourn the loved and lost, 
 
 Tha4; burn with fever, writhe with pain, 
 In hopeless anguish tost. 
 
 " Blessed are they that mourn," 
 
 That mourn besetting sin. 
 That struggle with the world without, 
 
 And with dread foes within. 
 
 " Blessed are they that mourn," 
 
 By poverty opprest, 
 AVho, like their Saviour, rove around 
 
 And find no place of rest. 
 
 " Blessed are they that mourn," 
 They yet shall " laugh and sing ;" 
 
 If not for them a joy on earth, 
 Death will sweet comfort bring. 
 
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 BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART. 
 
 FOR THET SHALL SEE GOD. ST. MATTHEW, 5, 8. 
 
 Oh, " blessed are the pure in heart, 
 For they shall see their God ;" 
 
 Lord fit us for this glorious sight. 
 E'en by Thy chastening rod. 
 
 Oh make us pure in inmost soul, 
 In word, desire and thought ; 
 
 Be our whole nature to Thy Will 
 Into subjection brought. 
 
 Teach us to live while here below 
 
 As ever in Thy sight ; 
 Illumine our sin-darken'd souls, 
 
 With Heaven's sweet, glorious light. 
 
 And should we reach the world above 
 Through Thy abounding grace, 
 
 may we know as we are known, 
 And see Thee face to face. 
 
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 THE FIRST MARTYR. 
 
 Saint Stephen, full of Holy Ghost, 
 
 First Martyr of thy Lord, 
 How high will be thy place in Heaven. 
 
 How glorious thy reward ! 
 
 For testimony of (Jed's truth 
 
 Thy life was first laid down : 
 Oh ! who of all the ransom'd host 
 
 Will wear a brighter crown ? 
 
 A "noble army" foUow'd thee. 
 
 And battled for their God, 
 But thine it was to follow first 
 
 The path that Jesus trod. 
 
 When thou didst call upon thy Lord 
 
 Thy spirit to receive, 
 Did He to dreadful shower of stones 
 
 Thy fainting spirit leave? 
 
 When for thy murderers thou didst pray, 
 And o'er then' madness weep, 
 
 Did not Christ hear thy loving prayer. 
 Then let thee sweetly sleep? 
 
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 Oh! most blessed was thy vision, 
 When, Heaven's door open'd wide, 
 
 Thou saw'st the glorious Son of God 
 Stand at His Father's side. 
 
 And when He sits upon the throne, 
 And all before Him stand, 
 
 Oh ! may I share thy glorious lot, 
 A place at His right hand ! 
 
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 BROKEN-HEARTED. 
 
 [A young lady was engaged to be married to aa officer 
 of the army, who was absent ou duty in the field. Prep- 
 arations had been made for the marriage, and his arrival 
 had been waited for long, but in vain. At length, on the 
 22nd of February, 1S64, she died very suddenly, as if of 
 a broken heart.] 
 
 The most dreadful war was raging, 
 Oh ! bloody was the strife ; 
 
 Men ravened like fierce beasts of prey 
 On God's sweet gift of life. 
 
 Her father long had passed away. 
 
 So had dear mother too ; 
 Her brother in a distant land 
 
 Had faded from her view. 
 
 Sweet sister too, her only one, 
 Had soared to realms above ; 
 
 In all the world so desolate 
 Whom had she left to love ? 
 
 Like tender vine torn from its prop, 
 Her fond heart roved around, 
 
 And on one worthy of her love 
 A resting place had found. 
 
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 But this beloved one too had gone, 
 
 And would he come again ? 
 She asked the question, and her heart 
 
 Grew sick with doubt and pain. 
 
 Comrades were faUing all around, 
 
 Might he not sink and die ? 
 The very thought brought grief of soul, 
 
 And teardrops to her eye. 
 
 Would he but come with mangled limbs 
 And soothe her crushing fears. 
 
 Like Magdelene at Jesus' feet 
 She'd bathe him with her tears. 
 
 She waited, and she held her breath. 
 
 And listened for his tread ; 
 He came not : could this dear one too. 
 
 Be sleeping with the dead ? 
 
 'Twas natal day of Washington : 
 The sun shone bright and warm ; 
 
 Might not sweet peace soon take the place, 
 Of war's fierce bloody storm ? 
 
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 The shouts of triumph wildly rang 
 
 Upon the balmy breeze ; 
 They brought no comfort to her soul : 
 
 She sought it on her knees. 
 
 In vain for her on mast and spire 
 
 The flags all floated high ; 
 She breathed a prayer for him she loved, 
 
 And laid her down to die ! 
 
 Then lay her wedding garments by, 
 
 And bear her to her rest ; 
 She will not miss the joys of earth 
 
 In mansions of the blest. 
 
 God grant that at the marriage feast 
 Of Christ and His dear Bride, 
 
 She and her partner yet may meet, 
 And stand there side by side. 
 
 Note. — The officer arrived soon after her death, and in 
 time to follow her to the grave, 
 
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 "YOU FIRST, SIR," 
 
 OB, THE UNSELFISH HEKO. 
 CAPTAIS T0NIS A. M. CRAVEN, U.S. KAVY. 
 
 [It is Stated that when the Monitor Tecumseh was 
 about to be blown up by a torpedo in Mobile Bay, Cap- 
 tain Craven then in command, and the Pilot, who were 
 together at the moment of the shock, had no means of 
 escape but by a ladder, and that on reaching this, this 
 ga'laut officer stopped short, and said to his companion 
 with a polite bow, •' You first. Sir," and thus saved the 
 Pilot's life and sacrificed his own.] 
 
 "YOU FIEST, SIR!" 
 
 "greater love hath no MAN THAN THIS, THAT A MAN 
 liAT DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS." 
 
 " You first, sir." "What more noble words 
 
 E'er fell from mortal's mouth ? 
 Go search the records East and West, 
 
 And through the N.orth and South. 
 
 If Craven was thy name, good man, 
 
 No fear was in thy heart ; 
 Thou didst not dread, a life to save, 
 
 With thine own life to part. 
 
 If he shall have a crown on high 
 
 "Who dieth for another, 
 How sure and bright the crown for thee, 
 
 Most unselfish brother ! 
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 The ladder that thou didst not tread 
 Went downward — not above : 
 
 ! mayst thou mount with lightest step, 
 One leading unto love ! 
 
 " You first, sir," go, our country needs 
 
 Such services as thine : 
 With better sons, she well may spare 
 
 Such head and heart as mine. 
 
 I've tried to serve my country well, 
 
 Her's be my parting breath : 
 If useless to her longer here, 
 
 I'll honor her by death. 
 
 For her, for thee, for those most dear, 
 
 For friends and kindred all : 
 For these I die : let no one blush, 
 
 'Tis no ignoble fall. 
 
 Yon glorious flag, red, white and blue. 
 
 That be my winding sheet ; 
 The foeman's flag, how sweet were death. 
 
 If that were at my feet. 
 
 " You first, sir," leave this sinking ship. 
 Mine be this watery grave : 
 
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 Until the awful trumpet sounds 
 I'll sleep beneath the wave. 
 
 With water I was once baptised,* 
 Oh ! bright and cleansing wave ! 
 
 Why should I dread to meet my God? 
 I know who died to save. 
 
 " You first, sir," let me save thy life, 
 
 My Saviour died for me : 
 Might I not be somewhat like Him, 
 
 Were 1 to die for thee ? 
 
 " You first, sir," leave me here alone, 
 
 Here will I stand and die : 
 I hope and pray, when Jesus comes, 
 
 He'll take me up on high. 
 
 "You first, sir," go, the time may come, 
 
 If I'm not now so fast, 
 When, if God please, for Jesus' sake, 
 
 I may not be the last. 
 
 '* You first, sir," may the life now saved 
 
 Lead on to glorious rest: 
 May you and I together dwell 
 
 In mansions of the blest. 
 
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 Farewell, good pilot : thine own bark 
 Guide well through this dread strife : 
 
 God grant thee power to gain the shore 
 Of calm, sweet, endless life. ^ 
 
 Blest Saviour, Thou didst suffer, die, 
 
 For Adam's every son: 
 May it not please Thee if I die, 
 
 Though for this only one ? 
 
 The ship went down, the pilot lived, 
 
 The god-like hero died : 
 God raise him up to brighter life. 
 
 With Christ, the Ckucified ! ! ! 
 
 * It is understood that Captain Cravpn was a deTout 
 comxnunicaut of the Protestant Episcoi-al Church. 
 
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 LOOKING FOR HER HUSBAND. 
 
 [A man in the west joined the array during the late 
 war, and went to the South, leaving a wife behind him. 
 For some months she heard from him frequently, but 
 at leni^th his letters cfasfd, and she supposed that ho 
 was dead. Towards the close of the war, however, bho 
 received a letter saying that he was alive and well, and 
 would soon be at home, expecting to I'each a certain point 
 on a day and in a boat which he nvmed. She started off 
 to meet him. but got there only to learn that the dny be- 
 fore, while coming up the Mississippi Kiver, he had 
 fallen overboard and was drowned ] 
 
 She was looking for her husband, 
 And long had looked in vain : 
 
 How gladly she would him have sought 
 Through sun-shine, storm or rain ! 
 
 She was looking for her husband; 
 
 The dreadful war was o'er: 
 Most surely he would now returo, 
 
 And never leave her more. 
 
 A letter sweet had been received, 
 
 (He yet was far away,) 
 To tell her he would join her soon, 
 
 second bridal day ! 
 
 Could he be coming, so soon ! 
 Or did she only dream? 
 
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 She read the letter once agam, 
 And hurried to 1he stream. 
 
 A boat was there, the deck was filled 
 With soldiers brave and true : 
 
 She hastened up and down the lines, 
 He did not meet her view. 
 
 With beating heart and eager glance 
 Again she scanned each face ; 
 
 She found him not : where could be 
 Her dearest husband's place? 
 
 Good soldier, can you tell me 
 Where my husband may be found ? 
 
 I cannot find him in this crowd, 
 I've looked all round and round. 
 
 This surely is his company, 
 
 And Walker is his name ; 
 Do, comrade, tell me where he is, 
 
 Long, weary miles I came. 
 
 Good woman, must I tell the truth. 
 And crush that loving heart? 
 
 O what a world, where friends just meet 
 And then so soon must part ! 
 
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 Thy husband is among the dead, 
 
 He met a watery grave: 
 He battled for his country long, 
 
 To help her and to save; 
 
 Her enemies took deadly aim, 
 
 But balls fell at his feet; 
 It seemed as if he yet might live 
 
 His loving ones to greet. 
 
 His joyous face was homeward turned 
 
 To meet again his wife : 
 With her to spend in peace and love, 
 
 The remnant of his life. 
 
 But at a most unlucky hour 
 He perished in the stream : 
 
 Good woman, this is just the truth, 
 I wish it were a dream! 
 
 She turned away: she could not speak, 
 Her eyes were dim, but dry ; 
 
 The keenest dart had pierced her heart : 
 Such sorrow could not cry. 
 
 But manly hearts that had not feared 
 Their country's fiercest foe, 
 
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 Were Jess like men than children then, 
 And wept great drops of woe. 
 
 Poor woman, turn imto thy God 
 
 In this dark hour of grief: 
 In all the sorrow of thy life 
 
 With Him is sweet relief. 
 
 Give Ilim thy heart, and though His hand 
 Thou may'st not clearly see, 
 
 His promise is, it cannot fail, 
 He will thv Husband be. 
 
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 "GET A HOME, AND KEEP IT." 
 
 Oa reading- directions in a newspaper how to do tliis. 
 
 " Get a home, and keep it !" 
 
 I wonder if you could : 
 "Get a home, and keep it!" 
 
 I wonder why you should. 
 
 " Get a home, and keep it," 
 In world that cannot last ! 
 
 " Get a home, and keep it" 
 Where nothing's firm and fast I 
 
 " Get a home, and keep it !" 
 
 You may not live a day : 
 " Get a home, and keep it !" 
 
 You did not come to stay. 
 
 " Get a home ?" poor pilgrim, 
 Hjw could you without strifo ? 
 
 "Keep a home !" poor pilgrim, 
 "Where is your lease of life ? 
 
 " Keep a home" in this world I 
 
 And keep your body too ! 
 How soon will death take this, 
 
 And hide it from the view 1 
 
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 " Keep a home" here on earth ! 
 
 And keep your soul confined ! 
 If your body stays not, 
 
 How will your heart and mind ? 
 
 Will you pull down your barns, 
 And build some much more great ? 
 
 And there store all your goods. 
 And wealth accumulate ? 
 
 And there rest, eat and drink, 
 And take your ease for years. 
 
 Unruffled by life's ills, 
 
 Its cares and griefs and fears ? 
 
 " Thou fool !" dark death has come, 
 Thy soul to judgment goes ; 
 
 All the goods thou hast loved 
 Are left to friends — or foes ! 
 
 '* Get a home, and keep it !" 
 In fleeting world like this ! 
 
 Do build upon a rock. 
 
 And build a house for bliss. 
 
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 There's a home you may get, 
 And keep for evermore, 
 
 Where sorrow, sickness, death 
 Can never reach the door ; 
 
 Far from the storms of time, 
 Above destruction's blast. 
 
 Where all is firm and true. 
 And shall forever last. 
 
 Oh ! " get and keep" that home, 
 Through Christ's great sacrifice 
 
 Soar far above this world. 
 And dwell beyond the skies. 
 
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 DEVOTION. 
 
 Thou, Who reignest over all, 
 Great God of Truth and Love, 
 
 To Thee devoutly I look up, 
 And lift my soul above. 
 
 Teach me to find my highest joy 
 In prayer and thanks and praise ; 
 
 To worship Thee with all my heart, 
 And serve Thee all my days. 
 
 At dawn of morn, at even-tide, 
 At noon and in the night, 
 
 To fall down at Thy sacred feet 
 Be my supreme delight. 
 
 And in the world far, far away. 
 When this poor life is o'er, 
 
 1 may I love Thee still, good Lord 
 And worship evermore. 
 
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 PHILADELPHIA. 
 
 I went to the city of Brotherly Love, 
 And what a rich feast did I meet : 
 
 I met with sweet love as I entered a house, 
 I met with sweet love in the street. 
 
 I'd heard of kind brothers and sisters before, 
 
 And many of these I had seen, 
 But never saw better or lovelier ones 
 
 Than in that good City, I ween. 
 
 I went to St. Peter's, X went to St. Paul s, 
 I went to the churches all round, 
 
 And never heard buildings, in all of my life. 
 With heartier worship resound. 
 
 There's plenty of love in that city so fair, 
 And love that's so brotherly, too ; 
 
 1 can hardly e'er think of those large, warm 
 hearts, 
 And not think of Jerusalem new. 
 
 That city so lovely, descending from God 
 Like bride well adorned, "the Lamb's wife,' 
 
 To which none can enter that lie or defile, 
 And not found in " the Lamb's Book of 
 Life." 
 
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 And I breathe out a prayer for brothers so 
 kind, 
 
 And all those good sisters so dear, 
 (If I ever should rove around the wide world, 
 
 And never again should go near,) 
 
 That all of those dutiful children of God 
 When they leave their sweet city of love. 
 
 And pass far beyond the dark confines of 
 earth, 
 May e'er dwell m that City above. 
 
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 TO A YOUNa LADY WHOM I BAPTIZED IN 
 INFANCY. 
 
 Dear Charlotte, I am fifty now, 
 And you are " sweet sixteen," 
 
 When first we met, we were not quite 
 As old as this, I ween. 
 
 I took you when a little girl 
 
 Upon my surpliced arm, 
 And begged our blessed Saviour Christ 
 
 To shield you from all harm. 
 
 I drew upon your infant brow 
 The sign of His dear Cross ; 
 
 may you for the love of Him 
 Count all things else but loss. 
 
 May He who loved you so well then. 
 And took you to His fold. 
 
 Go with you through life's pilgrimage, 
 And bless you when you're old. 
 
 Or should He choose to call you hence, 
 
 And give you early rest. 
 May you join sisters gone before 
 
 On His most loving breast. 
 
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 FATHER AND SON IN THE HOUSE OF 
 GOD. 
 
 The former very old and scarcely able to walk eveu 
 with help, and the latter one of the officiating Ministers, 
 and reading as the second morning lesson (April 21, 
 1866), ihe 5th chapter of St. John. 
 
 " My fourscore years have passed away, 
 
 My race is nearly run: 
 I totter on the verge of death, 
 
 Life's labor almost done. 
 
 " I'd go once more to God's dear house, 
 
 I love to worship there, 
 I've tried to serve all my life, 
 
 I'd close thut life with prayer. 
 
 " To Him I gave my early years. 
 And when no Church was nigh, 
 
 I had a Church in my own house, 
 And told how Christ did die. 
 
 " Among the forests of the west* 
 
 Before a shepherd came, 
 I gathered God's dear sheep and lambs, 
 
 And fed them in His Name. 
 
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 " And through all changes of my life, 
 \ From that far distant day, 
 I've found it sweet to do His will — 
 To love Him and obey. 
 
 " And He has been so kind to me. 
 
 So wonderful His love, 
 I long to see II im as He is, 
 
 And dwell with Him above. 
 
 "Among the brightest jo^-s below 
 Which His dear love has given — 
 
 Far, far above earth's wealth and power 
 An honor meet for Heaven, 
 
 "He has admitted ray dear son 
 To preach His blessed Word, 
 
 To minister in holy things 
 To those who serve the Lord. 
 
 " Then let me go to Church again, 
 
 My precious son and I : 
 It will be sweet to hear him there 
 
 Once more before I die. 
 
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 " Perhaps in Lessons for the day 
 
 There is a word for me — 
 A word from God through my own son — 
 
 let me go and see." 
 
 At last he entered through the porch, 
 And then was heard to say — 
 
 " I wish to sit where I can hear — 
 Will you not lead the way ?" 
 
 The son's deep voice was deeper still — 
 In tones grave, soft and low, 
 
 He read how, in the olden time, 
 Halt, withered, blind did go, 
 
 Into that sweet Bethesda's pool. 
 When, at an Angel's touch, 
 
 The impotent did rise and walk 
 Without the cripple's crutch, 
 
 And how, without that healing wave, 
 
 At word of God's dear Son, 
 A long infirmity was cured. 
 
 An aged man might run 
 
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 \And then he read of that Great Day, 
 AVhen all within the grave 
 
 ATho here have loved and served the 
 Lord, 
 Through Him who died to save, 
 
 Shall rise again, when He shall speak, 
 And soar with Him above — 
 
 To dwell with Him for evermore 
 In life and light and love. 
 
 happy son of such a sire, 
 
 Blest sire of such a sou. 
 United here in heart and life, 
 
 May you in Heaven be one. 
 
 *The person here referred to, Captain Chester Gris- 
 wold, formerly well known in the Diocesan Conventions 
 of Ohio and Western New York, was the instrument of 
 organizing, in the year IS — , the first parish in Ohio, and 
 consequently in all tlie W^st, thence on to the Pacific. 
 In this parish, St. John's, Worthiugton, Ohio, Capt. G. 
 acted as lay-reader for four years, when they invited 
 Dr. Philander Chase (afterwards Bishopi to be their 
 pastor. He thus preceded by four years the " Pioneer 
 Bishop." 
 
5S 
 TO A WOMAN GAZING AT A CROSS. 
 
 Dear woman gazing on that Cross, 
 
 You make me think of one 
 Who had the special love and praise 
 
 Of mother of God's son. 
 
 Of the Holy Virgin Mary, 
 
 And other women true, 
 The last to leave the Cross of Christ, 
 
 And first at His grave tco. 
 
 Oh ! ever cling to that dear Cross, 
 
 And Him who on it died. 
 The wonderful, the counsellor, 
 
 Our blessed Crucified. 
 
 And when, your conflict here all o'er, 
 
 You lay your armor down. 
 Oh ! may you pass from earth to Heaven, 
 
 From Cross to glorious Crown, 
 
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 TRUST. 
 
 In God is my trust in life and in death, 
 On Him I depend, night and day ; 
 
 Oh ! how sweet to look up, and lean on that 
 Friend, 
 When I'm weary and faint on my way. 
 
 A poor frail being on life's ocean tost. 
 
 Uow soon I might sink 'neath its wave, 
 But I rest on "the Rock that is higher 
 than I," 
 
 And I feel it is mighty to save. 
 
 blessed Saviour now reigning above, 
 For me Thy sweet life Thou didst give ; 
 
 Be Thou my support amid sorrow and sin, 
 I will cling unto Thee while I live. 
 
 Thou wast my firm fiiend at the dawn of life. 
 Thou ever hast been at my side ; 
 
 1 will go to my grave with unwavering trust, 
 For I know that my Saviour has died. 
 
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 I LOVE EVERYBODY. 
 
 As was ouce said by a sweet and happy little child. 
 
 I love my father, mother dear, 
 Brothers and sisters, too : 
 
 I love my relatives and friends, 
 And alt within my view. 
 
 And then I love those far away, 
 
 Too far to know or see; 
 If everybody would love me, 
 
 How happy I should be. 
 
 I love all those who do love me, 
 Why should I not do this ? 
 
 Oh ! hatred is a horrid sin. 
 And love the sweetest bliss. 
 
 I love all those unkind to me, 
 
 I pity and forgive; 
 Oould I do less than this, and hope 
 
 With Lord of Love to live ? 
 
 I love all those who love the Lord, 
 Who serve Him and obey ; 
 
 And hope to dwell with them on high 
 In realms of glorious day. 
 
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 I love those too who are not good ; 
 Christ died for these as well : 
 
 may He save them from all sin, 
 And from the pains of hell. 
 
 1 love the rich ones of the earth, 
 They often are so good: 
 
 may they seek the wealth above. 
 And feast on Angels' food. 
 
 1 love the beggar at my door, 
 Or in the road or street; 
 
 I'd always give him a kind word, 
 And something good to eat. 
 
 I love the great and mighty men. 
 
 And all in high estate : 
 I beg God's blessing on these, too, 
 
 But let me not be great. 
 
 I love the meek and contrite ones, 
 
 Let these my models be : 
 With them let me be high in Heaven, 
 
 If here of low degree. 
 
I love the learned and the wise, 
 If only Christ they know; 
 
 Lord, teach them to be truly wise, 
 And show me how to ^o. 
 
 I love the ignorant, and hope 
 That they, too, may be wise : 
 
 If counted only fools on earth, 
 They yet may reach the skies. 
 
 I love the little boys and girls, 
 
 So happy at their play ; 
 God fill their hearts with His dear love 
 
 And teach them how to pray. 
 
 I love the homeless orphans, too, 
 With hearts so lone and sad : 
 
 may they reach that Father's house 
 Where all arc good and glad. 
 
 1 love the aged, trembling ones, 
 Just tottering to the tomb : 
 
 might I help them by the hand 
 Beyond decay and gloom. 
 
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 I love all those, so sorrowful, 
 Who mourn the loved and lost, 
 
 Who burn with fever, writhe with pain 
 In hopeless anguish tost. 
 
 I love the friendless and downcast — 
 And all who mourn for sin ; 
 
 God be their friend, and raise them up 
 And give them peace within. 
 
 And better far do 1 love Him, 
 
 My Father dear above. 
 Who gives me here a taste of Heaven, 
 
 By filling me with love. 
 
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 THE LADY AND THE UMBRELLA. 
 
 To a stranger laJy, who, meetinsr me in a severe rain 
 Btorm without an umbrella, very kindly presented me 
 with a nice new one, that she had just bought for her 
 own use. 
 
 Dear lady, you are very kind, 
 
 And careful of my good ; 
 I'd give you thanks for this nice gift, 
 
 And ranch more if I could. 
 
 The road we travel to the grave 
 
 Is rough enough at best, 
 But how much less it would be so, 
 
 If each would help the rest. 
 
 I pray that, as you journey on, 
 Kind friends may be at hand, 
 
 And love and help you all the way 
 To a far better land. 
 
 May not a shower descend on you. 
 But God's rich grace, to bless ; 
 
 Nor any sun pour down its rays. 
 But that of righteousness. 
 
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 May no dark storm of sin or woe 
 E'er burst upon your head, 
 
 And softly, sweetly may you rest 
 Among the sainted dead. 
 
 Until the awful trump shall sound, 
 And those who sleep shall rise. 
 
 When may you go, through God's dear 
 Son, 
 Rejoicing to the skies. 
 
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 AT MORN. 
 
 I have had my hours of darkness, 
 Dismal shadows hovering o'er rae, 
 Now the glorious morn has broken, 
 And sweet sunlight is before me 
 But night's hideous dreams and shadows 
 Have so tinged my heart with sadness 
 That the rosy hues of morning 
 Seem bereft of half their gladness. 
 
 I have had my hours of darkness 
 Filled with sorrow and dismay, 
 Now the sun is shining brightly. 
 Life and joy in every ray. 
 But 'mid light so bright and cheering. 
 Bidding clouds and gloom depart, 
 I can ne'er forget that sadness, 
 Its deep shades are on my heart. 
 
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 THOU ART GOING FROM US, FATHER. 
 
 TO THE RT. REV. W. R. WHITTINGHAM, D. D.. 
 L. L. D., BISHOP OF MARYLAND. 
 
 When about to embark for England, for the benafit Of 
 his health. 
 
 Thou art going from us, Father, 
 
 But our thoughts are goi.:g too, 
 T) follow thee with anxious care 
 
 When far beyond our view : 
 We'll think of thee when morning dawns, 
 
 And when the sun is high, 
 And also when the moon and stars 
 
 Ate glittering in the sky. 
 
 Thou art going from us, Father, 
 
 But our hearts are going too, 
 And ever will be warm w'ith love 
 
 For one so good and true : 
 Wherever thou may'st go, dear friend, 
 
 May Christian friends abound. 
 And make thy steps as light and glad 
 
 As if on holy ground. 
 
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 Thou art going from us, Father, 
 
 But our prayers are on the wing, 
 'I'o rise, with each warm prayer of thine. 
 
 To Heaven's Almighty King, 
 That every blessing for both worlds 
 
 In His exhaustless store, 
 He'll graciously vouchsafe on thee, 
 
 And all of thine,, to pour. 
 
 'I'hou art going from us. Father, 
 
 But may God go with thee, too, 
 To do for thee far better things 
 
 Than earth's poor friends can do : 
 To bless thee, all life's troubled way, 
 
 With His unfailing love, 
 And take thee, when this life is o'er 
 
 To rest and bliss above. 
 
 Thou art going from us. Father, 
 In pursuit of health, that still 
 
 Thou may'st proclaim God's precious 
 AVord 
 Should such be His good will ; 
 
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 May it please the great Physician, 
 
 The Lord of Life and Truth, 
 To heal thy sickness, and restore 
 
 The vigor of thy youth. 
 
 Thou art going from us, Father, 
 
 May'st thou come to us again. 
 With good health throughout thy body. 
 
 And in thy soul no pain : 
 May He who came from Heaven to earth 
 
 To save us from all sin, 
 Not only make thee whole without, 
 
 But keep thee pure within. 
 
 Should'st thou go from us, dear Father, 
 
 And return to us no more, 
 God bless thee with a passage safe 
 
 To Heaven's most happy shore ; 
 And may all we who stay behind 
 
 And watch thee on thy way, 
 Kejoin thee in triumphant joy 
 
 On the last awful day. 
 
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 FAITH, HOPE AND CHARITY. 
 
 Lord, give me Faith, the power to know 
 
 The things I cannot see, 
 To look above earth's empty joys. 
 
 And feast my soul on Thee. 
 
 Lord, give me Hope, a steadfast hope, 
 
 " Sare anchor of the soul ;" 
 To keep me ever safe, serene, 
 
 AVhen sin's rough billows roll. 
 
 Lord, give me Charity, a love 
 
 For Thee and all mankind ; 
 That I thus loving Thee and them, 
 
 A heaven on earth may find. 
 
 give me Faith, Hope, Charity, 
 
 Those lovely graces three, 
 But rather than the other two, 
 
 Sweet heavenly Charity 
 
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 KINDNESS TO GOD'S CREATURES. 
 
 Don't do that, Cousin Philip dear. 
 
 Don't tease poor pussy so ; 
 It is God's kitty, Cousin Phil, 
 
 I pray you let it go. 
 
 Yon bright and merry songster, too. 
 
 Is God's sweet little bird : 
 Do not disturb its pleasing notes 
 
 With stone or angry word. 
 
 Be not unkind to that poor dog ; 
 
 God made old Ponto, too, 
 And placed him here for a good work — 
 
 To watch and care for you. 
 
 Whose hand but His could e'er have framed 
 
 That proud, majestic steed, 
 So famous for intelligence 
 
 And form and strength and speed ? 
 
 The gentle cow, and gentler sheep, 
 
 Browsing the tender sod; 
 Do these not come, like all good gifts. 
 
 From our dear Maker, God? 
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 Then kind and gentle be to these — 
 
 To dog and cat and bh'd, 
 To horse and cow and harmless sheep, 
 
 Speak not a loud, rough word. 
 
 And far more tender be to those 
 For whom Christ came to die, 
 
 And help them all to get to Him 
 In His sweet home on high. 
 
73 
 
 THE RICH MAN'S LAMENT. 
 
 " Woe unto you that are ricb." 
 
 I wish I was not quite so rich, 
 
 How happy I might be ; 
 How many of the ills of life 
 
 Would be unknown to me. 
 
 I cannot relish this poor wealth, 
 
 Unsatisfying stuff: 
 I wonder when I hear men say 
 
 That they have not enough. 
 
 It is of little use to me. 
 
 While here on earth I stay ; 
 And what am I to do with it, 
 
 When I must go away ? 
 
 I would not wear this life away 
 
 In handling this poor pelf : 
 How low and mean, from morn till night. 
 
 To think of only self! 
 
 I would not have this precious soul 
 Bound down to this vile earth : 
 
 It is ten thousand millions more 
 Than all earth's treasures worth. 
 
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 Did not Christ say 'twas very hard 
 For rich to enter Heaven ? 
 
 How freely would I part with all 
 To have rny sins forgiven ! 
 
 I really am a poor man now, 
 With all this boasted wealth ; 
 
 My heart is overrun with care, 
 1 have indifferent health. 
 
 The love of the gay friends around 
 Depends on fleeting treasure; 
 
 I cannot think of love like this, 
 And feel the slightest pleasure. 
 
 Our great Example chose to be 
 
 Most lowly in estate : 
 Could I not better follow Him, 
 
 If neither rich nor great ? 
 
 I really wish I was right poor. 
 With just enough to Hve ; 
 
 Or with a little more than that, 
 A little left to give. 
 
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 I'd rather be most poor on earth, 
 As poor as poor could be, 
 
 If only thus I could reach Heaven, 
 And my dear Saviour see. 
 
7r> 
 
 THE POOR MAN'S CONSOLATION. 
 
 '•Blessed be ye poor, for yciirs is the Kiugdom of God." 
 
 If I am not rich, I surely am poor, 
 
 And what a blessing is this ; 
 I would not. exchange Christ's poverty 
 
 For all of the rich man's bliss. 
 
 The way to Heaven is an upward way. 
 
 And when I travel that road, 
 I'm a poor weak man, and slowly must go. 
 
 If I bear a heavy load. 
 
 The gate of Heaven is not very wide, 
 
 And if I would enter in, 
 I must leave behind great swelling pride, 
 
 And all of the rich man's sin. 
 
 The poor man's treasure is not in this world, 
 To him earth's power is not given. 
 
 But he has riches that kings might crave, 
 The glorious " Kingdom of Heaven." 
 
 I'd rather lie covered with rags and sores, 
 And beg at the rich man's gate. 
 
 Than bask in purple and sumptuous fare, 
 And be cursed with his dread fate. 
 
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 For I know, I know, when the trumpet peals, 
 
 For my God hath told me so, 
 That the rich and poor, and all on earth, 
 
 To the judgment-seat must go. 
 
 And I would not have, for ten thousand 
 worlds. 
 Poor Dives' withering doom — 
 
 "Remember" thou had'st "good things" on 
 earth, 
 
 And now thou hast nought but gloom. 
 
 No ! give me the state of the rich poor man' 
 Who had ''evil things" on earth. 
 
 But went with good Angels to Abram's breast 
 And treasures of priceless worth. 
 
 If any good things are in store for me, 
 And a poor sinner might choose, 
 
 let those things be treasured above, 
 If all on earth I should lose. 
 
 If glory's bright crown I ever should wear, 
 That crown was bought by the cross ; 
 
 O may it be made of Heaven's pure gold, 
 Unmingled with this world's dross. 
 
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 I'd follow my Saviour in all things here, 
 
 And not forget He was poor : 
 O King of Glory, refuse me not 
 
 Trembling and faint at Thy door. 
 
 And place in that bright kingdom above, 
 
 If low or poor it could be, 
 An angel's lost seat, at Thy saints' feet, 
 
 Would be most welcome to me. 
 
 As it must be bright, where Christ is in sight, 
 So I'd be rich when He's near ; 
 
 Let me get to Him, and then I'd part 
 With all else precious and dear. 
 
 The vain pomp of power, the pleasures of sin, 
 
 Above all these I would rise, 
 I'd rather be low and poor on earth. 
 
 And seek for wealth in the skies. 
 
 O when the poor rich man shall '* weep and 
 howl," 
 
 Will the rich poor gladly sing ? 
 Lord, let me join in that music sweet 
 
 With which their Kingdom shall ring. 
 
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 THE CROWN OF aLORY. 
 
 She rested on the bed of death, 
 
 Earth was no longer bright. 
 The loved and loving ones around 
 
 Were fading from her sight. 
 
 A throng of white-robed Angels came 
 
 In love and mercy down, 
 And held before her fainting heart 
 
 A bright and glorious crown. 
 
 'I'he crown of glory in the skies, 
 
 Prepared for every head 
 Of those who love and serve the Lord, 
 
 The holy, happy dead. 
 
 Who would not bear the cross on earth. 
 
 And joyfully lay down 
 This sinful life and its poor joys, 
 
 To wear that glorious crown ? ' 
 
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 SHE MAY LIVE. 
 
 She may " live to see the Spring-time" 
 Jn far better world than this, 
 
 And gather sweetest, fairest flowers 
 In realms of brightest bliss. 
 
 She may live where flowers and blossoms 
 
 Will not wither and decay, 
 But all things bright and beautiful 
 
 Shine on in endless May. 
 
 She may live where harps and voices 
 Will surpass the songs of birds, 
 
 And thrill through gentle maidens' heart 
 Like parents' loving words. 
 
 Oh ! may she live with Lord of Love 
 
 In happiest home on high, 
 Where Spring will bloom eternally 
 
 And joys will never die. 
 
 Answer to " Will She Live?" in the Church Journal. 
 May 17, 1866, 
 
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 A BLESSING AT MEALS. 
 
 Lord, bless this wholesome, pleasant food, 
 
 Prepared by Thy khid hand, 
 And make us all around this board 
 
 A holy, happy band. 
 
 Whene'er we eat, and when we drink, 
 
 Whatever we may do, 
 May all be done in Jesus' Name, 
 
 And as within Thy view. 
 
 We thank Thee for Thy bounteous gifts. 
 
 For all Thy care and love — • 
 For sending Thy dear Son to earth. 
 
 That we might live above. 
 
 Aud when we gather here no more, 
 
 May this rich feast be given, 
 That parents, children, all may meet 
 
 Around Thy board in Heaven. 
 
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 MOURNING FOR HIS MOTHER. 
 
 On the death of an old gentleman, who, a short time be- 
 fore, was affected to tears on speaking of his mother. 
 
 His more than four-score years had passed, 
 His strength was toil and sorrow : 
 
 He lay upon the bed of death, 
 He might not see to-morrow. 
 
 The pleasures and the cares of life 
 
 Were spread before his eyes : 
 On other side were opening scenes 
 
 And joys beyond the skies. 
 
 But there was one whom all on earth 
 
 Could not shut out from view : 
 She stood before him clear and bright, 
 
 As one most good and true. 
 
 And thought of her with tears of love 
 
 Would fill his failing eyes, 
 And almost seem'd to antedate 
 
 The joys of Paradise. 
 
 'Twas she, who in his infancy 
 Had borne him in her arms, 
 
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 And lavished on his later years 
 A mother's love and charms, 
 
 mother dear, he seem'd to say, 
 My life is fading fast, 
 
 And I am looking round to find 
 Some comfort at the last. 
 
 1 cannot hope that thy dear hand 
 Will smooth my furrowed brow ; 
 
 Thou art at rest among the saints 
 In peace and safety now. 
 
 I cannot hope that thy fond lips 
 Will press the parting kiss : 
 
 But, ray mother, may not mine 
 Be yet a brighter bliss ? 
 
 Beyond this dreary vale of tears 
 There is a world above — 
 
 The home of everlasting rest 
 And peace and joy and love. 
 
 When at the awful Throne of God, 
 A countless host shall stand, 
 
 I hope and pray for some low place 
 Upon His bright right hand ; 
 
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 And should He deign to hear my prayer 
 And take me to H is rest ; — 
 
 'i'o dwell with angels and with saints 
 In mansions of the blest : — 
 
 With all the lov'd ones yet around, 
 And those- long gone before, 
 
 should it be my happy lot 
 To reach the Heavenly shore, 
 
 How would it brighten all my joy 
 In home so sweet and fair, . 
 
 If God would only grant me this — 
 To meet dear mother there ! 
 
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 I GO TO MY FATHER, AND YE SEE ME 
 NO MORE " 
 
 Oa hearing these words read iu St. Peters Church, 
 Philadelphia., as a part of the Gospel for the 4th Suuday 
 after Easter, by the Kev. De. Le-^ds, the Reetor, on the 
 eve of bis departure for Europe, for the improvement of 
 his health. 
 
 Art thou going to thy Father ? 
 
 Shall we see thee no more ? 
 And shall thy steps ne'er tread again 
 
 Upon thy native shore ? 
 
 Shall we who love thee quite too well. 
 
 And love with thee to pray, 
 Look ever at thy place in Church, 
 
 And find thee still away ? 
 
 Shall these walls be draped with mourning 
 Our hearts be filled with grief? 
 
 Shall morning come, and morn again, 
 And yet bring no relief? 
 
 Pastor dear, if thou must go, 
 
 "Would we were going too ; 
 Without our loving guard and guide, 
 
 What will thy people do ? 
 
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 But to go to God, thy Father, 
 
 In realms of glorious day ; 
 From such ecstatic love and bliss 
 
 How can we wish thee stay ? 
 
 Then soar away to God on high, 
 Though we must stay behind, 
 
 And mourn, until our end shall come, 
 For one so good and kind. 
 
 But oh ! while thou remain'st on earth, 
 Dear friend, cease not to pray 
 
 That God " the Comforter will come," 
 And wipe our tears away. 
 
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 NO NIGHT THERE. 
 REV. 22, 5. 
 
 Composed as the shades of night were giving place to 
 the light of day, by one whose eye sight is fast lailing, 
 and who earnestly longs for the light and glory of eter- 
 nal day. 
 
 No night there, uo night, 
 It will always be light ; 
 Nothing harsh to the sight. 
 But all beauteous and bright. 
 
 Never dull, never dark, 
 All as gay as the lark ; 
 No dawning of day 
 To chase night away : 
 
 No day-light declining, 
 But sun always shining ; 
 No stars and no moon. 
 All brilliant as noon. 
 
 No danger of harm. 
 No startling alarm ; 
 Mo fires, and no theft, 
 Of no sleep bereft. 
 
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 No clouds, and no rain, 
 No sickness, no pain ; 
 No soul-wearing sorrow, 
 No dread of to-morrow. 
 
 No doubts and no fears, 
 No sighs and no tears; 
 No dark-clouded eyes, 
 No pangs and no cries. 
 
 No load of hard care 
 The spirit to wear; 
 No dreadful despair 
 The heart-strings to tear. 
 
 The eye of Faith cl^ar, 
 Undimm'd by a tear ; 
 Things dreamed of before 
 Now seen evermore. 
 
 Hope grown up to joy 
 That never can cloy — 
 Fruition most blest 
 On that bright day of rest. 
 
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 \ No Love scant and cold, 
 
 And soon waxing old, 
 But Love ever glowing. 
 And Love ever growing. 
 
 No need more of asking, 
 In Heaven's sun-light basking, 
 But prayer turned to praise 
 And thanking always. . 
 
 City e'er new, 
 Transporting to view, 
 With lamps ever burning, 
 To joys overturning. 
 
 May I walk never old 
 
 On your pavements of gold 
 
 With glory to lighten, 
 
 The Lamb's light to brighten. 
 
 O day of all days 
 With glory ablaze, 
 May my soul ever gaze 
 On thy life-giving rays. 
 
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 God of all might 
 So pure and so bright, 
 It can never be night, 
 Where Thou art the light. 
 
 my soul's brilliant sun, 
 Is life's work almost done ? 
 O Saviour most dear, 
 Is that day drawing near ? 
 
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 MARY AT THE SEPULCHRE. 
 
 Loving Mary at the tomb 
 Wept in darkness and in gloom, 
 linowing not that glorious day- 
 Soon would chase the clouds away. . 
 
 She found not her Saviour there, 
 0, what sorrow and despair ! 
 JBut, instead, two Angels bright 
 In their robes of snowy white. 
 
 But at length she heard His voice, 
 And it made her heart rejoice ; 
 Her, and His dear Mother's, name, 
 From the lips of Jesus came. 
 
 And she almost felt the touch 
 (She who sinned, and loved so much,) 
 Of her just arisen Lord ; 
 Sweetest comfort and reward' I - 
 
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 THINE IS THE KINGDOM, THE POWER AND 
 THE GLORY. 
 
 THE lord's prayer. 
 
 Thine is the kingdom, mighty Grod, 
 
 And Thine the power, too : 
 To Thee, eternal Three in One, 
 
 Are praise and glory due. 
 
 Thou reignest over countless worlds, 
 
 And in the courts above : 
 Thou swayest with majestic might, 
 
 And with the sweetest love. 
 
 Lord, rule in these poor sinful hearts, 
 
 While yet we live below. 
 And take us to Thyself above. 
 
 When from this world we go. 
 
 That through the ages yet to come 
 
 We may Thy love adore, 
 And worship at Thy sacred feet 
 
 Forever ever-more. 
 
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 BRIDE AND WIDOW. 
 
 OR, SMILBS AND TEARS. 
 
 The shades of death were gathering round, 
 
 His voice was faint and low, 
 The heavens were opening to his view, 
 
 He felt that he must go. 
 
 Angels were hovering o'er his bed. 
 
 To bear him to his rest, 
 That he might sleep forever more 
 
 On Jesus' loving breast. 
 
 At peace with God and all the world, 
 . There seemed no more to do. 
 But look at loving ones around, 
 And bid them all adieu. 
 
 Bishop stood there as father dear. 
 
 His wife as tender mother. 
 His own fond sister bent with grief 
 
 Over sinking only brother. 
 
 But in that loving, mourning throng, 
 
 Dearer than any other, 
 Than sweetest sister, all aromid, 
 
 Or even absent mother, 
 
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 VVas one whom he had singled out 
 
 To be his own through hfe : 
 How could he leave that precious one, 
 
 And call her not his wife ? 
 
 Could it be wrong ? Would angels wait ? 
 
 Might one so near the dead 
 Just pause a moment at death's door, 
 
 His chosen one to wed ? 
 
 He could not " love and comfort her, 
 
 Honor and keep her" long ; 
 But not to claim her for his own — 
 
 O would it not be wrong ? 
 
 How sweet to him, how sweet to her, 
 Though death so soon should part, 
 
 To be united hand in hand 
 As well as heart to heart. 
 
 With hearts so blended into one, 
 With joys, griefs, hopes the same, 
 
 Why should she pass long years on earth, 
 And never bear his name ? 
 
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 His own fond father far away, 
 
 Mother and sister dear, 
 Would it not bind them all to her, 
 
 As if he still were near ? 
 
 At the great marriage-feast above 
 
 Of Christ and His dear'Bride, 
 Why might not he and this loved one 
 
 Appear there side by side ? 
 
 Could it displease the Good Triune, 
 
 The Father, Spirit, Son, 
 That these His children there should stand 
 
 United two in one ? 
 
 By the good Bishop's sacred hand 
 
 The nuptial knot was tied ; 
 The " precious Nellie" smiled through tears, 
 
 A happy, mourning bride. 
 
 Not many hours had passed away. 
 
 When, at her husband's side, 
 The stricken fair one knelt and wept, 
 
 Widow, as well as bride ! 
 
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 WIDOWED MOTHER AT THE DEATH- 
 BED OF HER ONLY SON. 
 
 " The wild bird has her nestlings all 
 
 High in the sheltering tree, 
 Her faithful mate to hear her call, 
 
 But I have only thee." 
 
 If God should take thee too away, 
 
 My own, my precious son, 
 What should I do in this sad world 
 
 Until my race is run ? 
 
 O Thou who had'st an only Son, 
 And gav'st for us Thine own. 
 
 Wilt Thou not spare my darling child, 
 And leave me not alone ? 
 
 But if he be too good for earth. 
 
 And fit for only Heaven, 
 Then take him to Thyself above. 
 
 Him only lent, not given. 
 
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 THE EMPIY CRADLE. 
 
 My baby's gone ! my baby's gone ! 
 
 Gone to its last long sleep : 
 Its cradle is all empty now, 
 
 And I am left to weep. 
 
 It was the dearest little pet, 
 
 The sweetest httle thing : 
 Oh ! what in all of this wide world 
 
 Could 'equal pleasure bring ? 
 
 But darling was the child of God, 
 
 And now is safe at rest, 
 With all the Holy Innocents, 
 
 On Christ's most loving breast. 
 
 There sweetly sleep, my precious one, 
 
 'Till my sad life is o'er, 
 Then may I join thee in thy rest, 
 
 "Not lost, but gone before." 
 
98 
 THE GRUMBLER. 
 
 I know a young man, but his name I won't tell, 
 Could he hide it from all, he'd do very well — 
 Who thinks that this world is a poor place to 
 
 live, 
 Nor feasts on the blessings it really does give. 
 
 He sits in the corner and grumbles away. 
 
 He moans in the night, and he whines in the 
 
 day; 
 He does not like this, and he does not like that 
 No wonder he's thin, he cannot grow fat, 
 
 When the weather is cool, he wishes it warm, 
 When the sky is right clear, he longs for a 
 storm, 
 
 When sweet spring arrives, he is covered with 
 
 gloom, 
 He never could bear so much beauty and bloom. 
 
 He's tired of being young, 'tis so nice to be old. 
 
 With limbs getting stiff, aud the feet always 
 cold. 
 
 With head bald and hoary, and eyes growing 
 dim, 
 
 Ah! these are the things that would satisfy 
 him. 
 
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 When out in the country, the town is so sweet, 
 And back he would hurrj with nimblest of feet. 
 But when he gets back, Oh ! the loved hill 
 
 and dale, 
 The pleasures of town are so vapid and stale. 
 
 His meals do not suit, whether stewed, fried, 
 or roast, 
 
 If you give him hot rolls, he'll ask for some 
 
 toast. 
 Put best fowl before him, he'd rather have 
 
 meat, 
 His coffee's too strong, and his tea's never 
 
 sweet. 
 
 His clothes never fit — just look at his breeches! 
 The woman was blind. Oh ! what dreadful 
 
 stitches . 
 The legs are too long, they come down to the 
 
 feet, 
 The waist-bands so short that they never will 
 
 meet. 
 
 He wants to get married, but Ohl what a life 
 Some poor woman would lead, should he get 
 
 a wife ; 
 She'd rather live single, and be poor, and sew, 
 And keep clear of him, if she knew what I 
 
 know. 
 
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 Poor fellow, I know not what is to be done^ 
 In the spring-time of life he's having no fun ; 
 Soon the summer's hot sun, next autumns dry 
 
 leaf, 
 Then cold dreary winter ; Oli ! life is so brief. 
 
 This world is good, if he knew how to take it. 
 The wise Master Builder knew how to make it; 
 The fault is not outward, biit clearly within, 
 In a heart full of pride and passion and sin. 
 
 Then cheer up, young man, do try to be bright. 
 Let sun-light of goodness illumine thy sight; 
 Look within thee, around, and chiefly above, 
 And see nought but tokens of God's boundless 
 love. 
 
 Wait a very few years, and life's trials o'er, 
 You may have sweetest rest on Heaven's 
 
 peaceful shore ; 
 Your Saviour was tried, but He now reigns on 
 
 high, 
 And has happy homes for His sons in the sky. 
 
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 I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. 
 
 JOB 7, 16. 
 
 I would not live alway ; what alway on earth! 
 Ever grovelling below, while of heavenly birth! 
 Mj home is not here; my sweet home is above, 
 In the mansions of peace and glory and love. 
 
 I would not live alway; who'd crawl that could 
 
 fly? 
 I must up and away to rest in the sky ; 
 Who'd trifle and loiter and sleep in the dark, 
 That could rise in the morn, and soar with 
 
 the lark ? 
 
 I would not live alway; 0, pitiful life 
 Of weakness and sickness, of sorrow and strife ; 
 I came not to stay ; I was born but to die ; 
 I'd live with the Lord and good Angels on 
 high. 
 
 I would not live alway; no ! let me go, 
 Beyond every evil, above every woe : 
 I never can live until death has been past, 
 I must conquer this foe, to reign at the last, 
 
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 I would not live alway ; dear friends do not 
 
 stay ; 
 What numberless loved ones in regions of day; 
 In that happy throng, how gladly I'd be ! 
 Receive me, blest Jesus, to glory and Thee. 
 
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 TO A (iUARDIAN ANUEL BKARL\(4 AWAY 
 A CHILD TOWARD II HAVEN. 
 
 () good Angel, bear him xit't'y. 
 
 Sollly, to ihe skies. 
 And send another Angel down 
 
 To wipe his mother's eyes. 
 
 Rarely was a sweeter Ireasio'c 
 
 (i ranted her below : 
 iriiod had only spared lier tins. 
 
 Kartli's other j(ns might go. 
 
 Swift as thy own rapid pmions 
 
 Is that mother's love. 
 And day ))y day. and night by night. 
 
 .^lic'll loUow him above. 
 
 () lay him gently down to slee]» 
 
 On his Saviour's l)reast. 
 And bear good motle-r. in hei- 1ui-n. 
 
 'J'o lh:it deliuJitfal re>t. 
 
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 THE MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO FHK SAME 
 
 Sweet Angel, dost thou take my child, 
 
 And leave me liere behind ? 
 I always thought good Angels were 
 
 So loving and so kind. 
 
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 Did God send thee to earth fur him, 
 
 And does He wish my son? 
 
 O ne'er had He a sweeter child, 
 
 Except His only one. 
 
 But, good Angel, how can I 
 
 Endure this bond of life, 
 And struggle through its bitter years 
 
 Of care and grief and strife ? 
 
 Wilt thou not soon come down again. 
 
 And take me to the skies? 
 that, like darhng gone before. 
 
 To Jesns I might rise. 
 
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 SET YOUR AFFhCTlON ON THINGS ABOVE, 
 NOT ON THINGS ON THE EARTH. 
 
 COL. 3, 2. 
 
 To a yoang lady v\ ho proposed that 1 should make ft 
 pet of her little sister. 
 
 Yoli a^k UK-, young lady, to have a sweet pet, 
 On a creature of earth ray affections to set : 
 
 you know not the error you Avish me to 
 
 make, 
 Nor dream of the trouble you ask me to take. 
 
 1 ouce /lad a sweet pet — how sweet you don't 
 
 know — 
 How she made all my bosom with rapture to 
 
 glow; 
 But my fond heart was won, as if only to 
 
 blight, 
 And my joy was soon covered with gloomiest 
 
 night. 
 
 Love beamed in her eye, full of grace was her 
 
 •iiien 
 There was nil to betoken a bright fairy queen, 
 Her voic*' was like music, her ways all so sweet, 
 You might fancy a seraph had strayed from 
 
 its seat. 
 
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 But brneath all this sweetness. how could I 
 lell 
 
 What a fountain of bitterest sorrovv did dv/ell? 
 
 This loveliest vision soon melted away, 
 
 And my hope and my joy all turned to decay. 
 
 Death knocked hard, one ni^ht, at the door oi 
 
 my heart, 
 insatiate archer, how cruel thy dart ! 
 My bosom's sweet idol soon quivered and fell, 
 And all earth seemed to ring with a shrieking- 
 death knell. 
 
 Then how could I set my poor torn heart again 
 On anything here, whei-e all's tleeting and 
 
 vain ? 
 If there's nothing secure of all we liold dear, 
 Who would look to this woi-ld, and seek hap- 
 piness here. 
 
 Then pardon me, do, if I turn quite away 
 From the phantom of bliss you kindly display, 
 And wonder not much, if I fix my fond heart 
 Where joys do not wither, and friends nevt-r 
 part. 
 
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 HOMEBODY'vS CHILD. 
 
 A woman ouco ran to a child that was badly hurt iu 
 tlic strept, and cared I'or it tt^uderly, because, as she said, 
 it was " soinebody's child.'" 
 
 .Somebody's child I whoso child can it be? 
 iSomcbody's child I do come and see ! 
 Bind up the bruises, the blood wipe away ; 
 t*\)or little child, what an end of its play ! 
 
 Where is dear mother? in silent grave ? 
 
 Is no one near, her lone boy to save ? 
 
 I'll take him and nurse hira with mother's 
 
 love ; 
 God help me to train him for l)liss above. 
 
 My own sWeet mother far, far away, 
 Happy, I trust, in regions of day. 
 How her lovely form is still in my view, 
 And her tender care ever warm and new. 
 
 And my own dear cnild still here below, 
 Groping through darkness, disease and woe, 
 What pains before it ! What help it may 
 
 need I 
 Oh I parents should always be kind indeed. 
 
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 Somebody's child, yes, somebody's child : 
 'J'hen be not rough, but gentle and mild : 
 Speak to him softly ; think of his mother, 
 Then of his father, sister and brother. 
 
 Oh ! men and women, an 1 children all, 
 Ye children of God, both large and small. 
 What numberless brothers are at your side ! 
 You see not one for whom Christ has not 
 died. 
 
 Somebody's child, yes, somebody's son ; 
 His mother's earthly race may be run, 
 His father be resting his weary head 
 In a dreamless sleep on the earth's cold bed 
 
 But each poor boy is somebody's son, 
 Perhaps an afflicted, only one : 
 Be kind, be kind, each one to the other, 
 God's children all, each born of a mother. 
 
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 TO A YOUNG RELATIVE AND FRIEND. 
 
 Who, beini^ in sorrow, tnrucd and looked into my face 
 as we were abuut to fall upon our knees in Chuicb, as 
 ifaskiu'.' for my pity aud n.y jtrayers. 
 
 Pity you I dear one: most surely I do: 
 With whom sliould 1 sigh, if not such as you? 
 The sioht of your surrovv lias touched my 
 
 fond heart. 
 And caused my deep tears unbidden to start- 
 Pray for you I dear one: most surely 1 will : 
 That the storm in your bosom may cease and 
 
 bestUl. 
 That the clouds may dispt'rse. tlie sweet sun 
 
 may shine. 
 Your sad lieart lun over with ])k'asures di" 
 
 vine. 
 
 Pity you! {)ray for you I comfort you tool 
 (.'hrist will all these do for sufl'eicrs like you ; 
 For sinners and sad ones He's seated on high, 
 To present every prayer and hush every cry, 
 
 'The Comforter' too. whom He sent from 
 
 above 
 On an errand of peace and pily and love. 
 
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 The tcink'rest mei'cy ;iml kimljicss will ^-Iioav 
 To a]] who love Jesus, and raoui'ii liero be- 
 low. 
 
 Then look to These, tlcaiest,au(l dry up your 
 tears, 
 
 Dismiss all your doubts, and banish your 
 fears ; 
 
 The time may soon come when you'll joy- 
 fully go 
 
 To bright realms of bliss from this dark 
 world of woe. 
 
HI 
 
 THE ANGEL OF PKACK. 
 " Clessod are the peace-uiakcis. " 
 
 thou (leart'st little aiig-el. 
 
 1 love to gaze on thee, 
 Thy face, thy wings, thy robes of white, 
 
 How sweet tliey are to me I 
 
 x\.nd not less sweet, in times like these 
 
 Is that dear name of peace ; 
 Oh 1 tliat thy spirit might prevail, 
 
 And wars would ever cease. 
 
 Thou art a messenger from God. 
 
 The Prince of peace and love. 
 Could'st thou not bring a message down. 
 
 From the blest world above. 
 
 That men should lay their armor l»y. 
 
 And stop this dreadful strife, 
 That they should act like brothers now. 
 
 And spare eacli other's life ? 
 
 Jf not, then fly to battle fields 
 Where life's red current flows. 
 
 And try to heal the wounded Ihere. 
 And give them sweet repose. 
 
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 Then off to hundred thousand homes 
 Where loved ones can't return, 
 
 And soothe with thy sweet ministry 
 The countless hearts that mourn. 
 
 And tell them ail that Jesus bled 
 And died that they might live, 
 
 And carry them the sweetest balm 
 ''The Ci niforter" can give. 
 
 O thou dearest little angel, 
 Sweet messenger of peace, 
 
 Give joy to troubled spirits now, 
 And let it never cease ! 
 
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 TO THE SAME. 
 
 O thou sweetest little angel, 
 
 Mow good to look at thee ! 
 Thy face, thy wing.s. thy robes of white. 
 
 How beautiful they be ! 
 
 Thy face so full of peace and love, 
 
 Thy wings outspread to fly 
 Whenever mercy calls thee down. 
 
 From thy blest home on high. 
 
 Those emblems of sweet innocence. 
 
 Thy robes of spotless white 
 Like vestments of God's ministers, 
 
 And happy saints in light. 
 
 God's holy little messenger, 
 Creature of heavenly birth. 
 What could have brought thee down so low, 
 To our poor sinful earth ? 
 
 To come so near to wicked men. 
 
 Say, wast thou n(*t afraid? 
 Or hither hast thou, in thy flight 
 
 Of love and mercy, strayed ? 
 
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 Didst thou come down from hcavi'ii al>ovc 
 
 On embassy of peace ? 
 /I\) bid the hating sons of men 
 
 To let all warfare cease ? 
 
 Or hast thou come, with soft kind words, 
 To sootlie the hearts of those 
 
 AVlio wildly toss on beds of pahi. 
 And long for sweet repose? 
 
 To fan with thy wing's heavenly breeze 
 Brows that with fever burn ? 
 
 To dry deep bitter tears for those 
 Who never can return ? 
 
 To wing thy way around the world 
 
 AYhere pain and sorrow be, 
 And give all mourners smiles for tears, 
 
 And joy for misery? 
 
 Dear little angel, speed along, 
 Thousands will welcome thee : 
 
 And bid all those who suffer herC 
 To Christ their vSaviour flee-. 
 
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 LINES 
 
 SENT WITH A PICTURE. 
 
 My dearest little cousin, 
 
 I send a gift to tlice : 
 I Avish of real value 
 
 It evermore might l)e. 
 
 An angel is a messenger 
 Tliat cometh from above, 
 
 That bringeth down rich blessings 
 From Ood of boundless love. 
 
 May thy little angel l)ring thee, 
 AVhene'er it cometh down, 
 
 Each help that may be needful 
 To gain the precious crown. 
 
 To sweet salvation's heir ; 
 To hover o'er, to watch, and keep 
 With an unceasing care. 
 
 May it bring down the peace of (jlod 
 
 All understanding past. 
 To soothe thee all life's troubled way 
 
 And comfort thee at last. 
 
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 An Hiigel is a guard tmd G'uidv' 
 
 'I'o take tliu parting sou! : 
 To guard i\ through the vale of death. 
 
 And guide it to its goal. 
 
 When thou shalt reach the bed of death, 
 Mny its soft wing be there, 
 
 To Ian thy fainting spirit 
 With balmy, lieavenly air. 
 
 'I'hen may thy spirit upward fly 
 Borne on the same swift wing, 
 
 To sing, with saints and angels, 
 Tlie praises of thy King. 
 
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 A PRAYER. 
 
 Father above, to thee I give 
 The friend most dear near whom I'd live, 
 But from whom I soon may stray 
 Over the wide world far away, 
 Or from whom I call'd may be 
 To give my dread account to Thee: 
 Oh I hear my fond heart's earnest cry 
 That she may live and never die. 
 Thou the guide be to her feet. 
 Grant her peace and comfort sweet, 
 Give her friends where e'er she go, 
 Keep her safe from every foe: 
 Save her all the day from harm, 
 Guard her from the night's alarm; 
 Bid every shape of ill depart, 
 Drive every evil from her heart ; 
 Make lovely innocence and truth 
 Her guard and counsellor from youth ; 
 Cause her to pray with ceaseless breath. 
 Till her eye-lids close in death: 
 Then may angels robed in white 
 [Hume her grave with heavenly light ; 
 'Till Thou receive her to the skies 
 Through t)ie atoning sacrifice. 
 
llN 
 
 TllK MASTKR IS COME, AND CALLKTII FOR 
 THEE. 
 
 ST. JOHJJ 11, 28. 
 
 Tlic Master is come, and callelli Cor lliee, 
 
 Rise, sinner, an'l liu.^te away : 
 lie calls thee IVoni dai'kness and sorrow and 
 sin 
 
 To refj'ions of loveliest day. 
 
 The Master is coine, and calls for his own. 
 For tlie soul that He loved and has won : 
 
 Jleject not the claim, it is Jesus that calls. 
 The father is come for his son. 
 
 The Master is come — He came from on hi^h 
 
 To these dreary regions helow : 
 Tlien soared far away to bright glory and 
 l)liss. 
 
 Where ;dl Mis good (hildren may g'O. 
 
 The Master is come, and calleth for thee — 
 Oh ! let not that call be in vain ; 
 
 'I'urn not a deaf ear to that summons of 
 love— 
 lie never may call thee airain. 
 
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 The blaster is come, and calleth for thoo, 
 
 O sinner rejoice at that call : 
 Do all that would please Him, forsake every 
 sin, 
 
 And i>ive Him thy heart and thy all — 
 
 'J'ho Master is come; Oh ! can it be true 
 That Jesus is calling for me ? 
 
 ^ wait not a moment, most gladly I'd go, 
 Saviour, receive me to Thee. 
 
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 TO MISS M. I!. 
 
 A young lady of Philadelphia, who invited me to walk 
 with her at sunset in a beautiful garden, and there pre- 
 sented me with sweetest flowers and with more substan- 
 tial tokens of her interest and i*egard. 
 
 Dear lady, my kind stranger friend, 
 
 Blooming amid sweet flowers, 
 God shed on thee His grace and love 
 
 In rich, abundant showers. 
 
 Thy beauteous gifts, thy looks and smiles, 
 
 Thy words so soft and kind. 
 Denote a heart replete with love, 
 
 A thoughtful, careful mind. 
 
 And lead me back to Eden's bowers. 
 
 When yet unstained by sin, 
 Where all was love and peace and joy 
 
 And innocence within. 
 
 When called to leave these pleasing shades, 
 
 And rest beneath the sod,, 
 Be thine to gather fairer flowers 
 
 In Paradise of God. 
 
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 TO A YOUNU WIDOWED MOTHER AND 
 HER ONLY CHILD, A LOVELY LITTLE 
 BOY. 
 
 Mother of lliat darling boy, 
 May he ever be your joy, 
 Love and lielp you all the way 
 To the realms of sweetest d«y. 
 
 Fatherless, but favored byy, 
 Better far than brighest toy 
 Is that dearest mother's 4ovc — 
 Next to love and bliss above. 
 
 Mother, son, son and mother, 
 Cling to God aud each other, 
 In this sad world parted never. 
 Living-, loving, on forever. 
 
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 MY LOVERS AND FRIENDS HAST THOU 
 PUT A WAV FROxM ME. 
 
 PSALM 88, 18. 
 
 merciful God, hast Thou put them away, 
 And left me alone in deep sadness to stray ? 
 All those that love me, and those that were 
 
 kind, 
 Have they gone far aw a}^, and left m(^ behind? 
 
 The sorrows of life are so greivous and long, 
 Our path is so rough, and our foen are so 
 
 strong, 
 That with all the comfort our loved ones can 
 
 give, 
 Our joys are but faint, it is sadness to live. 
 
 But take these awny, and what should we do? 
 What, look all around, and find none fond 
 
 and true ! 
 Who would wish on earth for one moment to 
 
 stay ? 
 I'd l)eg Thee in mercy to take me away. 
 
 To lose but one friend, tiie most dt>ar to the 
 
 heart, 
 How bitter the angu'sh ! how pungent the 
 
 smart ! 
 
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 Wliert! love has grown cold, or tlie les^S cruel 
 
 grave 
 Removes the best blessing the world ever gave- 
 
 But to lose all of these, and find tlieiu no more 
 Till loved ones rejoin us at Heaven's distant 
 
 door ; 
 O merciful Grod, take away all my bliss, 
 But crush not my spirit with sorrow like this. 
 
 But should thy will be to deprive me of these, 
 Yet may I not fail my dear Saviour to please ; 
 Be He my firm friend, and embrace me with 
 
 love 
 On earth, and at death, and in regions above. 
 
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 TO A SORROWING MOTHO, 
 
 Sorrowing mother, cease to mourn. 
 
 And let your tears be dry ; 
 The loved ones whom yon so lament 
 
 May be with God on high. 
 
 iJea.se !a>ot to struggle all through life 
 
 To gain that blest abode ; 
 Its pleasures will far overpay 
 
 The sorrows of the road. 
 
 And not the least of its pure joys 
 
 Will be to meet above 
 The dear ones whom He lent us here 
 
 To teach us how to love. 
 
 Meeting before His glorious throne . 
 
 Your loved ones gone before. 
 May you and they together diwell 
 
 With Him for evermore. 
 
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 '*SHE IS NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPETH. 
 
 **She is not dead, but sleepeth" 
 Fond mother, dry thy tears, 
 
 Drive sorrow from thy bursting heart. 
 And banish all thy fears. 
 
 Was she " one only daughter," 
 
 So full of love and bloom ? 
 Is all the world so dismal now, — 
 
 Thy darling' in the tomb ? 
 
 ,, She is not dead, but sleepeth," 
 
 Let little maiden rest ; 
 Her slumber could not sweeter be, 
 
 If on her mother's breast. 
 
 The grave should have no terrors. 
 
 Our Saviour went before. 
 And made His child a sleeping place 
 
 Near Heaven s sweet open door. 
 
 And when He shall come again. 
 
 He'll say to her, arise: 
 "She is not dead, but sleeps'' in Him^ 
 
 Her home is in the skies. 
 
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 I AM THE WAY, THE TKUTH, AND THE 
 LIFE. 
 
 ST. JOHN 14, G. 
 
 Thou art the Way : tlie way IVoiu woe 
 
 To peace and joy and love : 
 Tlje way to Him, Who sits entlironcd 
 
 In majesty above. 
 
 Thou art tlie Truth, to guide us through 
 
 The labyrinths of sin : 
 To scatter error's dismal shades, 
 
 And give true light within. 
 
 Thou art the Life : the power of death 
 Lies conquered in Thy tomb : ^ 
 
 Forever may we dwell with Thee 
 Where joys eternal bloom. 
 
 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Lile ; 
 
 Oh ! bliss beyond compare, 
 To walk Thy way, Thy truth to keep, 
 
 'I'hy glorious life to share I 
 
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 RING THE BELL SOFTLY. 
 
 Ring the bell softly, there' scrape ou the door : 
 Some one has passed to a far distant shore ; 
 Gone quite away from all sorrow and sin 
 To that bright world where no pain enters in : 
 Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
 Do not disturb him, he sleeps evermore. 
 
 Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
 Fond hearts are bursting, and bitter tears pour; 
 Many are bending in wondei and greif 
 That life so beautiful should be so brief ; 
 Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
 Lovely departed, who would not deplore ? 
 
 Ring the bell softly, there's crape onihe door, 
 what rejoicing on Heaven's happy shore ! 
 Softly and sweetly he is now sleeping. 
 Not without hope the loved ones are weeping; 
 Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door, 
 Anecels are welcoming one wanderer more. 
 
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 PART SECOND 
 
 FOR CHILDREN. 
 
 LOOKING UNTO JESUS. ' 
 
 Doar little ('hristian children. 
 
 Wherever you may \h\ 
 He careful so to live on earth 
 
 That Jesus you may see. 
 
 Dear little Christian children, 
 
 Whatever you may do, 
 lie sure to call on C'hrist our F^ord, 
 
 To help and corafort you. 
 
 hear little (Miristian children. 
 
 Until you reach the g-rave. 
 Oh 1 ever (ding- to Him Who died 
 
 To Idess you and to save. 
 
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 Oh I ever look to Jc\^ns, 
 
 The Source of Light and Love ; 
 He will illume your path through life 
 
 To happy liouies above. 
 
J 3U 
 TO MY LITTLE DAUUtlTER. 
 
 Sallie dearest, do you know. 
 Where your daily footsteps go ? 
 Is your journey up or down? 
 'J^o darkest woe ? or brightest crown ? 
 Only two roads can you tread, 
 'J'o the living, or the dead; 
 To the place where lost ones cry, 
 Or the saints' sweet home on hiffh. 
 Oh ! my dearest, watch and pray, 
 May you go the heavenward way. 
 
TO MV LITTLE SON HO BART. 
 WTTir A I'lrrrRE rATJ.ED '"trust and try 
 
 "Trust and try," my precious boy. 
 
 •' Trust anil try" again ; 
 All the efforts that you make 
 
 Will not he in vain. 
 
 Our dear Saviour died for you 
 
 Hanging on the tree: 
 Oh ! what wondrous love was that ! 
 <";ould it greater be ? 
 
 As He did all this for you 
 
 When you did not ask. 
 You must always -'trust and try," 
 
 llowp'er liard the task. 
 
 He is ever looking down 
 From His throne on high. 
 
 And will gladly succor those 
 Who will " trust and try." 
 
 When poor sinners look to Him. 
 
 And for mercy cry. 
 He will hearken to their pray.T, 
 
 And o-ive sweot reply. 
 
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 ^\'l•cll you arc must soruly tried 
 
 On His gruce rely, 
 And you'll soon be sure to see 
 
 The wicked tempter fly. 
 
 In all your wants and troul)les 
 
 Fix on Christ your eye. 
 Gaze upon His blood-stained cross, 
 
 And still '• trust and try." 
 
 As you pass along through life 
 Always " trust and try :'' 
 
 'I'hen, when Jesus comes to judge, 
 You will rest on high. 
 
TO A LITTLE GIRL. 
 
 RKCKNTIA" CU.M'IKMKD, WHO W'KST TO DAILY 
 KVKXiXii PRAVKK WITH MR. ,Il"XK H, 1804. 
 
 Dear little Helen, can it be 
 
 That thou nilt go to church with me ? 
 
 Turn (juite away from giddy throng 
 
 Now passing through the streets along. 
 
 At time when wearied children play 
 
 After studying all the day ? 
 
 Withdraw to God's dear House of Prayer, 
 
 And join His saints who worship there ? 
 
 Dear little girl, this sight iHust be 
 
 Such as good angels love to see, 
 
 "When they in Heaven behold (rod's lace, 
 
 May they obtain for thee His grace, 
 
 That so thou e'er mayst love to come 
 
 To His sweet House as to thy home. 
 
 How could St thou better show thy love 
 
 To that all-gracious one above. 
 
 AVho said to thee, and all like the e, 
 
 Let little children come to me ? 
 
 How couldcst thou more pleasure give 
 
 To Him AVho died that thou might'st live ? 
 
 How couldest thou more pleasure gain, 
 
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 And make ITis death not all in vain? 
 'I'liat holy cross upon thy brow, 
 Dost thou not feel its influence now ? 
 Or that most sweet baptismal wave, 
 Dost thou not feel its power to save ? 
 Does not that cross-bought crown on high 
 Look bright and glorious to thine eye ? 
 When the good bishop came to bless, 
 With sacred hands thy head to press. 
 Didst thou discern ihe Holy Dove 
 Descending on thee from above ? 
 Child, may the blessing soon be thine 
 To feast upon the Bread and Wine, 
 Take richest dainties from Ood's store, 
 And never thirst or hunger more : 
 Who would not scorn the food of swine. 
 When called to banquets all divine ? 
 Where'er you go, whate'er you do. 
 May Christ be there to succor you, 
 (xuide you along life's dangerous way. 
 And let your footsteps never stray ; 
 Conduct you to His courts above, 
 And bless you wilh His endless love. 
 
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 •JX) A SWKKl' LITTLK UIR-L, 
 
 ife receiviiii,' her lir.st imMBiuiu at sclioi)!. scut w'uk 
 «, pictaro ciiUt^d " Bless<»(l are the pure in licurl "' 
 
 'Tis well, littlo darlino-l 
 
 Thy teachers approve : 
 He pure and be true. 
 
 And .Jesus will love. 
 
 I'^'oiu sill and IVoui sori'ow 
 
 Thy life he all free: 
 i) merciful Lord 
 
 Jvereive her to Tliee I 
 
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 TO A LITTLE GIRL VERY MUCH PLEASED 
 WITH A GLITTERING TOY. 
 
 Dear little girl, Low bright you look ! 
 
 So pleased with little toy ? 
 1 almost envy that sweet smile. 
 
 And your abounding joy. 
 
 But oh I don't set your little heart 
 
 On pretty things of earth : 
 They have no power to satisfy 
 
 A child of heavenly birth. 
 
 These pleasures that now dazzle you. 
 
 And gladden for a while, 
 Have sorrow mingled with their sweets. 
 
 And murder while they smile. 
 
 Then turn away from earth's vain toys, 
 Whose pleasures soon must cease. 
 
 And fix your heart on Heaven's bright joys 
 And never-ending peace. 
 
\'6', 
 
 YO A LITTLE GIRL tSORROWING OVER A 
 BROKEN TOY. 
 
 Poor little girl ! what troubles you ? 
 
 So grieved about a toy ? 
 I wish that you would try to smile, 
 
 And dress your face with joy. 
 
 What I such a little thing so sad, 
 
 Life's journey just begun I 
 Oh ! child, what will become of you 
 
 Before your race is run ? 
 
 Then drive away these gloomy thoughtg, 
 
 Put on a pleasant smile, 
 The sorrows of this present life 
 
 Can only last a while. 
 
 Pray, do not give yourself such grief 
 
 About that broken toy ; 
 But think of sweetest heaven above ; 
 
 And bliss withoiqit alloy. 
 
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 TO A LITTLE CHILD SWEETLY SLEEPING. 
 
 Sleep, sweet infant, sleep away. 
 
 Dream of that all- glorious day, 
 When a brighter Sun shall rise, 
 
 And keep darkness from our eyes. 
 
 As you take your slumber sweet, 
 Do not you and angels meet ? 
 
 Do they hover o'er your bed, 
 
 Save you from all harm and dread ? 
 
 Do they point you to the sky ? 
 
 Offer swift white wings to fly 
 Far above this world away 
 
 To the realms of sweetest day ? 
 
 Far n:ore pleasant than your dreams, 
 Brighter than the noon-day beams^ 
 
 May your visions be above. 
 Of our Saviour. Lord of love \ 
 
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 J^LESS PAPA AND xMAMMA. 
 
 God bless Papa, and bless Mamma, 
 
 And ray sweet sisters too ; 
 Without these tenderest ones of earth 
 
 AVhat could an infant do? 
 
 God bless Papa, and bless Mamma, 
 And all my brothers dear ; 
 
 How helpless a poor little child 
 Without these guardians near ! 
 
 And bless kind friends and all of those 
 For whom our Saviour died. 
 
 And save them all for sake of Him 
 Whom bad men crucified. 
 
 And oh ! I bless my Saviour dear ; 
 
 Had He not died for me. 
 Oh ! whither from the wrath to eome 
 
 Could little sinner flee ? 
 
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 TO AN ORPHAN KNEELING AT ITS M(y- 
 THER'S GRAVE, 
 
 Oh ! if there be of earth a spot 
 
 Dearer than another, 
 It is the mound that marks where sleeps 
 
 Dearest sainted Mother, 
 
 Poor little child, I'd kneel with thee, 
 And beg with streaming eyes, 
 
 That when, at awful trumpet's sound, 
 Sweet mothers shall arise, 
 
 We may rejoin and go with them 
 
 To our dear Father's home, 
 Where His true children dwell in love. 
 
 And never more shall roam. 
 
 Nor let us now forget that we 
 
 Have still a Mother here, 
 The holy Bride of Christ our Lord, 
 
 To all good children dear. 
 
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 THK ORPHAN S DREAM. 
 
 All fathorles and motherless 
 The poor boy went to sleep. 
 
 His little heart !*o desolate, 
 An Angel came to weep. 
 
 He dreamed of tliose sweet happy days, 
 
 And his dear parents' love 
 Before thoy went away from earth 
 
 And soared to realms above. 
 
 And then he dreamed ot that glad time 
 When this world's troubles o'er. 
 
 Parents and child may meet again 
 And love for evermore. 
 
 Dream on, dear orphan, 'till thy dreams 
 
 Give place to real bliss : 
 Oood Angel waft thee soon away 
 
 From woful world like this I 
 
l-il 
 
 BROTHER AND SISTPiR- 
 
 My pruciuus liltlr hnitlier. 
 
 You are to nie so dear ; 
 1 hardly am so happy 
 
 As wlicn I have you near, 
 
 And darling Uttle sister. 
 
 How dearly I love you ; 
 You are sweetest Httle pet.. 
 
 So loving", pvire and true. 
 
 Oh I dearest little ehildren 
 While you love each other ; 
 
 Clino; to your dear Father. God. 
 And His church, your niother. 
 
 Fix your ten<ler hearts on Christ 
 AYho died lor bolli of you ; 
 
 In Him be yon one in time, 
 And all the ages through- 
 
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 THK LITTLE PILGRIM. 
 
 Little Pilgriiri. art thou weary. 
 
 Bending 'nealli thy load ? 
 As thou goest through tliis desert, 
 
 Dreary is thy road? 
 
 Does thy cross feel very heavy. 
 
 Pressing all tlie way? 
 Canst thou see no light around thee. 
 
 Not one cheering ray? 
 
 Bear up bravely — look to Him Who 
 Bore the Cross for thee ; 
 
 When He comes again in glory, 
 Happy may'st thou he. 
 
 Look up. sad soul, beyond the sky. 
 
 See that shining crown : 
 Press along, thy Saviour calls thee, 
 
 Lnv tliv burthen down ! 
 
144 
 TO TWO FRIENDLESj^ LITTLE (HRLS. 
 
 Dear little girla, so sweet and sad, 
 Thus standing hand in hand, 
 
 God help you through this world of woe, 
 To a far better land. 
 
 Be not distress'd, as though you had 
 
 No parent, and no friend ; 
 Though all on earth should you forsake, 
 
 God will in love attend. 
 
 Lift up your hearts to that Dear One, 
 Who reigns above the sky ; 
 
 Oh I be it not in vain for you 
 His blessed Son did die. 
 
 Be you His friends, observe His law, 
 
 From all things evil tiee ; 
 And then He will, as He is true, 
 
 Vour friend and Father be. 
 
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 TO A POOR LITTLE GIRL 
 
 IX RAGS AND DIRT, THAT I FOUND IN THE 
 STREET ON MY RETURN FROM CHURCH, CRY- 
 ING BITTERLY, BUT REFUSING TO TELL THE 
 CAUSE OF HER GRIEF, OR TO RECEIVE ANY 
 COMFORT. 
 
 *' When my father and uiy mother forsake lue, the 
 Lord taketh me up." 
 
 Poor little sufTrer ! weep not so : 
 Oh ! what can cause such dreadful woe I 
 Do let me see your wounded heart. 
 And let me try to heal its smart I 
 
 With my own bosom bleeding, too, 
 How would I love to comfort you 1 
 Do. let me have the sweet relief 
 To soothe my little sister's grief. 
 
 Poor little girl so broken hearted .' 
 Has all your joy so soon departed i 
 Can you not see, on this dark day. 
 One little bright and cheering ray t 
 
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 Has your dear mother gone away, 
 And left you in the streets to stray ? 
 Is that cress sister at your side 
 Now left to be your only guide ? 
 
 Has father gone? and brother too? 
 Forever shut out from your view ? 
 And little suff' ret left to roam 
 Through the wide world without a home? 
 
 Is no one near to soothe your fears ? 
 To check those gushing, scalding tears? 
 Wlien want and sickness reach the door, 
 Is no one there to help the poor? 
 
 Dear little sister ! weep not so : 
 There is a cure for all your woe : 
 N( w bid your bitter grief depart, 
 Take comfort to your troubled heart. 
 
 You must not think that grief, the whole, 
 Is center'd in your little soul : 
 Thousands of hearts in silence ache. 
 Ten thousand hearts with sorrow break. 
 
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 Tliis gloomy world is not all dark. 
 Of heavenly light there's many a spark : 
 And your heart now so filled with sorrow 
 May be all light and bright to-morrow. 
 
 Do you not know that t'hrist has died ? 
 That Heaven's blest door is open'd wide ? 
 That you may enter that sweet place, 
 And see your Saviour's smiling face ? 
 
 The kindest friends may soon l>e near 
 To take the place of mother dear ; 
 Friends that will softly wipe your eyes. 
 And train you for the heavenly prize. 
 
 The love of Christ blends into one 
 And siiff' ring hearts beneath the sun, 
 And gentle sisters, brotliers true. 
 Will love and help and comfort you. 
 
 There is a Mother: Oh : how sweet : 
 To watch and guide your little feet: 
 Dear Mothor Church : her arms how wide 
 To every child for whom Christ died. 
 
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 Your Father dear Who sits above, 
 Hear how He calls you to His love I 
 When fathers, mothers, here forsake, 
 He to His home in Heaven will take. 
 
149 
 THE CHILD'S MORNIiNG PRAYER. 
 
 *' Now I wake, and see the light, 
 
 'Tis God has kept me through the night 
 
 To Him I Uft my voice and pray 
 
 That He will keep me throutrh the day." 
 
 Lord be ever at my side. 
 My loving Father, Guard and Guide ; 
 Save me from sin and every harm. 
 From sickness, sorrow find alarm. 
 
 When I eat, and when I drink, 
 In all I do and say and think, 
 Teach me to live as in thy sight. 
 Illume my soul with heavenly light. 
 
 And when shades of death descend, 
 Still, my Saviour, be my Friend : 
 Go with me through the grave, I pray, 
 And raise me up to perfect day. 
 
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 THE CHILD S EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 "Now 1 lay me down to sleep, 
 1 pray the Lord my soul to keep : 
 If! should die before I wake, 
 1 pray tlie Lord my soul to take." 
 
 Oh I how sweet upon my bed 
 To lay in peace my little head : 
 On earth to take delightful rest, 
 And then to sleep on Jesus' bieast I 
 
 Saviour, Who didst die for me, 
 Nail'd to the cruel, shameful tree, 
 Help me to love and watch and pray, 
 And serve Thee better every day. 
 
 And when here my race is run. 
 My conflict o'er, my work all done, 
 Oh ! may my head at last lie down 
 To rise witVi glory's shining crown I 
 
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 TO A LITTLK TxIRL 
 
 WHO OPKXS THE CHL RCK DOORS AND WINDOWS 
 FOR DAILY MORNING AXD KVKXI.\(i fRAVKK. 
 
 " I \riiiild r;trher be a (iooike 'per iii the house <»f my 
 
 Dear little ^irl what a «j:oo(1 work you do I 
 Who is more useful or pleasing- tlian you? 
 What should we do. if you met us not there ? 
 How should we enter onv sweet House of 
 Vvdyev'! 
 
 Shall we not pray for the kind little friend, 
 W'ho morning- and eve. each day does attend 
 To open the door to treasures of love, 
 Tlu'ough ( iod's House here, to His Temple 
 above ■" 
 
 I^e sure that tlie work you now do on earth 
 Is meet for a child of a heavenly birth : 
 And as you help us along our dark way. 
 He your own path lighted to Heaven's bright 
 day. 
 
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152 
 
 Through the wmdows of Heaven as long as 
 
 you Hve, 
 May Christ shed rich blessings He only can 
 
 give, 
 The door be wide open wlienever you die. 
 That leads to the temple of glory on high. 
 
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 THE LITTLE GIRL THAT CRIED TO GO 
 TO CHURCH. 
 
 Dear mother, let me go to church, 
 The dear, sweet, House of Prayer : 
 
 I never can more happy feel 
 Than when I worship there. 
 
 It is my dearest Father's [louse, 
 
 And sweetest mother's too : 
 I'd rather go than play at home, 
 
 Mother, let me, do. 
 
 Your little girl will be so safe, 
 
 So free from ill and harm : 
 Twill help her to be good through hfe, 
 
 And smile at death's alarm. 
 
 Dear Mother, you are very sick, 
 And soon may leave me here : 
 When you are gone, beneath God's wing 
 
 1 need not have a fear. 
 
 Then let me go to His dear House, 
 
 He'll love to see me there : 
 To Him there's no more pleasing sight 
 
 U'hun little child at prayer. 
 
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 Christ took the mfants on His arms 
 When in this world, you know : 
 
 Mother, 'jod is very kind, 
 And loves g-ood children so. 
 
 I'll pray for yovr with all my heart 
 That He will cure you soon : 
 
 I'll beg Him every morn and night. 
 And every day at noon, 
 
 That He will bless and comfort you 
 While on your bed you lie, 
 
 That He will make you still more good^^ 
 And save you when, you die. 
 
 And then I'll pray that all of us 
 
 May be aa good as you : 
 That we may love our Saviour ('hrist,. 
 
 And be so happy, too. 
 
 Dear Mother, wont you let me go ? 
 
 I know you love your child : 
 You often make me think of ('hrist,. 
 
 You are so kind and mild. 
 
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 My clothes are not so clean and nice, 
 But better than my heart : 
 
 that this heart might purer be, 
 And all my sins departs 
 
 That God would give rae a new dress, 
 
 A robe of spotless white : 
 And let me live with Him on high 
 
 And happj saints in light! 
 
 ■Such words as these could hardly faili 
 The sweet child had ber way : 
 
 •She turn'd her back upon the world, 
 And went alone to pray. 
 
 No other child was in the church. 
 
 And men and women few : 
 But did not Angels meet her there, 
 
 And God her Saviour, too ? 
 
 1 saw her as she came away, 
 
 A smile was on her face. 
 Her little heart seem'd runfiing o'er 
 With peace and love and grace. 
 
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 And Angels might have envied me 
 The scene that met my view, 
 
 When this dear child so sweetly saici 
 '''rU go to-morrow, too," 
 
lo7 
 
 THE LITTLE GIRL THAT " WENT ABOUT 
 DOING GOOD/' 
 
 Her lachor wrote of her as uUows : " .She greatly en- 
 joyed her ! art of the work, and her walks, I am sure, 
 were ofbeuefit to her health." 
 
 A little o'irl was ten years old. 
 
 Her heart right full of glee. 
 Her hands at children's work and play, 
 
 Were Imsy as a bee. 
 
 Hvveet Spring had come with green and bloom 
 
 All nature seemed to smile. 
 And children might have dream'd themselves 
 
 In Paradise awliilo. 
 
 But this dear child was not content 
 
 With all things bright around. 
 With glorious sunshine overhead, 
 
 And flowers tluit derUed the ground. 
 
 'J'liere was a dark, void spot within, 
 Which nought of earth could fill ; 
 
 It threw a shade e'er all her sports, 
 And troubled her when still. 
 
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 She Wdfi d little child of (hnl. 
 His love had touched ]ier h(>art, 
 
 It bade her seek the joys above, 
 And let eartli's toys depart. 
 
 It was in her baptismal vows 
 That she should keep God's will. 
 
 Renounce the devil, world and flesh. 
 And all His laws fulfil. 
 
 That she should follow Christ our Lord. 
 
 So loving, kind and true. 
 AVho " went about" from morn till night, 
 
 And all things good would do. 
 
 She threw her childisli sports aside, 
 
 And sat no longer still ; 
 'J'hey sallied forth at duty's call, 
 
 Sweet Marian and Will.* 
 
 They " went about" from house to house, 
 
 Dispensing good around, 
 With steps as light and hearts as glad, 
 
 As on enchanted ground. 
 
 * Hov littlfl brother. 
 
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 The faded ruses bloomed again 
 
 Upon her palHd cheek, 
 She seemed to hear a voice from Heaven, 
 
 As if the Lord did speak : 
 
 " Dear httle girl, you follow mc 
 
 In these sweet works of love, 
 Continue your deliglitful walks, 
 
 And come to me above. 
 
 "The flowers, the friends, the joys of earth 
 
 Pass swiftly to decay, 
 But love and bliss at my right hand 
 
 Shall never fade away." 
 
 O. hapless little girls and buys, 
 
 Tired of this world so soon. 
 Who almost crave life's evening shades, 
 
 AVhcn not yet near its noon. 
 
 Consider what a feast of joy 
 
 E'en now is in your reach. 
 And ponder well the lesson that 
 
 This lovely child would teach. 
 
lliO 
 
 Walk in her steps, as she treads those 
 
 Of Hmi who bled and died, 
 And»vose to Heaven tliat we might gc, 
 
 Jesus, the rrucified. 
 
Ifil 
 
 '•I DONT LIKE TO DO IT : ' 
 
 OR 
 
 THE MTTLE OIRT, THAT LOVRD HKK OWN WAV. 
 
 " I don't like to do it,"' a poor child once said, 
 0, liow the sad words often ring through my 
 
 head : 
 " I don't like to do it, its so <lull aud di'v, 
 I don't like to do it, and so I w(»nt try.'' 
 
 " I don"t like to do it — this bright pleasant 
 
 day — 
 To sit in Grod's Temple, to praise and to pray ; 
 I do not feel like so much silence and prayer. 
 I'd run in the sunshine and take tlxe tVesh air. 
 
 ' 'I'd play in tho liouse, and I'd play in the 
 
 street, 
 I'd do all the things that are pleasant and 
 
 sweet, 
 And of all nice things in this world, I do say, 
 There's nothing so nic<-:- as to have one's own 
 
 way." 
 
 The poor child was snnt to her studies next 
 
 day. 
 As eager as ever to have her own way ; 
 And nothing could i>lease her within the wide 
 
 school. 
 She liked neither teacher, nor lesson, nor rule. 
 
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 Wlu'ii scliool hours wci'^i over, she went out to 
 
 play. 
 
 And what do you think that 1 lieard the ohihl 
 
 say? 
 ''Now, girls, i)lease rem€ml>er that here ^ 
 
 must rule — 
 I'm queen of tli<^ play-ground, if not of thie 
 
 school " 
 
 But a host of young Queens disputed her sway, 
 Each claiming first jilace for her own favorite 
 
 play ; 
 ■" I don't like to do it," she sullenly said. 
 And soon went away with no crown on her 
 
 head. 
 
 And so she went on in her own selfish way, 
 
 Ever striving to rule, be easy and gay. 
 
 But, night after night, she would go to her 
 
 rest, 
 With tears in her eyes, and a load on her 
 
 breast. 
 
 " I don't like to do it," was still her sad cry, 
 *'0h! is there no smooth, easv way to the 
 
 sky? 
 Why may I not travel through roses and 
 
 down .' 
 I like not that saying — 'no ci'tjs.s, then no 
 
 crown.' 
 
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 Child, lift up your eye?> to yon brii;lit, .stni-ry 
 
 way, 
 See angels how prompt to submit and obey r 
 Their service how cheerful I h>ivv ardent their 
 
 lore ! 
 Serving saints on earth, their <U'ar Master 
 
 above. 
 
 *• I don't like to do it,'' dear child, do you say!" 
 Be sure that your Saviour knew well the best 
 
 way ; 
 He left His bright throne in tlie regions above, 
 To seek for poor sinners, and oowii th('n> 
 
 wiih love. 
 
 He came down not merely to open the way, 
 But help us to walk through thiss daikness to 
 
 day, 
 He chose for us hardness and sorrow and pain, 
 To lead us to honor and glory and gain. 
 
 He thought not of self, had do will of His own. 
 But cared for His Father and sinners alone ; 
 Be His life your pattern, His teachings your 
 
 guide. 
 And 90 will you find it not vain that He died' 
 
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 Like weli what He callri you to^^uffel• and do ; 
 
 Be teachable, gentle, obedient and trae ; 
 
 '• Not my will, but Thine,'' be your prayer 
 
 and your rule, 
 By day and by night, in the cliurch, home 
 
 and school. 
 
 Deny yourself daily, and take up the cross, 
 Endure, for your Saviour's sake, hardship 
 
 and loss ; 
 lie dutiful, humble, the day draweth nigh, 
 When all His good children shall reign in the 
 
 sky. 
 
Kio 
 
 THE DEVOUT SAILOU BOY. 
 
 Who. with bis little sister, hastened to early morning 
 prayer at Charch, to offer thanks to God for a safe re- 
 turn from sea. 
 
 'Tis a l)right and beauteous morning, 
 
 In sweetest time of Spring ; 
 All nature seems to smile with joy, 
 
 The birds with rapture sing. 
 
 A joyous little sailor boy, 
 
 J. ong tossed on ocean's wavi'. 
 Now stands once more upon the land, 
 
 'L'hrough (ilods great power to save. 
 
 Mother and sisters gladly greet 
 
 'i'his dear son and brother ; 
 All pressing eagerly around 
 
 Scarce think of another. 
 
 Kind friends and Utving relatives 
 
 Stand ready to embrace : 
 How many hearts would leap lor joy 
 
 To see his smiling face I 
 
 With all the world so bright around. 
 And bright young heart within, 
 
 How much there was to lure him oil' 
 To pleasure and to sin. 
 
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 Bnt the voice of duty calls liini. 
 
 Aiid that voice he would obey : 
 From mother dear, and all home joyij, 
 
 He must a vvliile away. 
 
 When his widely wandering footstepn 
 First touched his native shore 
 
 With heart of glee, and lightest tread, 
 He'd sought that mother's door. 
 
 But now he longs for other house. 
 The House of God and Prayer ; 
 
 ITe cannot feel at home on land 
 'Till he has entered there. 
 
 He's seen (iod's " wonders in the deep, 
 Been borne on mountain wave ; 
 
 How fearful is God's mighty power ! 
 How sweet His love to save I 
 
 He's met the ocean's howling^storm, 
 And fiercer storms of sin ; 
 
 How soothing now the peace of God. 
 His Temple sweet- within. 
 
 Then, sister, let us go to God, 
 He's watch'd o'er all our ways ; 
 
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 I cannot rest till in His Church 
 I've oflfer'd thanks and praise. 
 
 Fie kneels in His dear Father's House. 
 
 His Mother's prayers are said — 
 Confession —Absolution — Psalms — 
 
 The Holy Word is read. 
 
 Next — thanks for one preserved at sea— 
 
 He says a loud Amen, 
 Then sallies forth, with heart at ease, 
 
 To God's bright world again. 
 
 God guard thee, little sailor-boy, 
 
 Along thy dang'rous way. 
 And guide thee with His truth and love. 
 
 To yet a brighter day. 
 
 When all thy prayers on earth are said, 
 And life's rough voyage o'er, 
 
 raay'st thou land, with all thou lov'st. 
 On Heaven*s sweet stormless shore. 
 
 There, through eternity to dwell 
 
 With happy hosts on high, 
 Who fill with ceaseless thanks and praise, 
 
 God's Temple in the sky. 
 
1 (IS 
 
 TO MY LITTLE SON ON LEAVING HOME 
 FOR SCHOOL. 
 
 My dear little son. you are going away : 
 (xod grant that your footsteps may never 
 
 stray 
 From the path of duty, the path of bliss, 
 The path to a world far better than this. 
 
 Your way through this world may be weary 
 
 and long, 
 Your trials severe, y )ur foes very strong, 
 T3ut welcome all toil, and grief, and the rod, 
 If they'll but help you along to your God. 
 
 Your home is not here — may your home be 
 
 above, 
 Tn mansions of peace, and glory and love. 
 Oh ! strive for that home by night and by 
 
 day, 
 And for it ne'er cease to watch and to pray. 
 
 The God of our fathers, Who ruleth on high, 
 Whate'er you do in this world will espy : ^ 
 Then honor Him, love and bend to His will. 
 And He'll love, and bless, and comfort von 
 still. 
 
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 Our Saviour most dear, who did die on iho 
 
 tree. 
 To buy best blessings for you and for lue : 
 Me longs e'en now that His sorrow and pain 
 For dear little boy might not be in vain. 
 
 •• The Comforter" too. whom He sent fr<»m 
 
 above. 
 Still hovers o'er like a dear little dove : 
 Ke careful, my child, at work and at play. 
 And do not drive that sweet Spirit away. 
 
 A sweet angel unseen attends at your side. 
 To counsel yon. guard, protect you and guide: 
 May your soul l)e pure as its spotless while. 
 Your flight as easy to regions of light. 
 
 And when death shall come, jnay an angcl 
 
 be there. 
 To fan your faint spirit with heavenly air : 
 May your spirit then soar, on swift brigh!, 
 
 ' wing , 
 To feast on the smiles of vour Saviour Kinif! 
 
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 GOOD-BYE. 
 
 TO MY LITTLE DAUGHTER ON LEAVING HOME. 
 
 God be with you. dearest, 
 
 Wherever you may go, 
 By land or sea, day or night, 
 
 In happiness or woe ; 
 In happiness, to be to you 
 
 The source of purest joy. 
 In woe, to cheer and lead you on 
 
 To blisB without alloy. 
 
 God be with you, dearest, 
 
 Whatever you may do, 
 To make you ever gentle, kind, 
 
 And meek and pure and true; 
 To make your faith more clear and strong, 
 
 Increase your hope and love, 
 And bear your struggling spirit up 
 
 To blessedness above. 
 
TKSTIMONIALS. 
 
 [ will cordially recommend the beautiful 
 little Volume. — Bishop Hopkins. 
 
 Some of these Poems are very swe<H, strik- 
 ing and forcible, and breathe a spirit which, as 
 your brother in the ministry, I ardently desire 
 to share. — Bishop Coxe. 
 
 There are gems in the poetry. — Rkv. Dr. 
 
 HOOKKR. 
 
 I have read your Poems with devout plea- 
 sure and loving admiration. You have cer- 
 tainly originated a felicitous and striking plan 
 of versification, as beautiful as it it^ original, 
 impressive and devout. — Rev. Ralph Hoyt. 
 
 But what pleases and touches me most, is 
 th.? sweet ('hristian spirit, which is above all 
 price, and makes me feel that I am a better 
 man for having read them. — Rev. Mr. Adams. 
 
 Many of these Poems are very sweet a. id 
 full of beautiful and tender religious feeling. — 
 
 l^RACB (tIrKBNWOOD,