They weep for her, they who are subject still Youth is the time to die, before the heart Or e'er it turns to take inglorious part With those whose darksome ways blight this fair earth. Then plant the twining myrtle o'er their tomb, And write them "Blessed!" who depart in Youth, Ere yet the Tempter's breath despoiled their bloom, Or touched their vestal innocence and truth. ROSALIE BELL. THE FREED SPIRIT FAITH IN GOD. 103 The Freed Spirit: Faith in God. ANONYMOUS. The spirit freed from earthly chains, enraptured soars away, YET though our spirits here faint in sorrow, though grief and danger overcloud our sky, and storms of trouble burst above our heads, though faltering footsteps linger on the way, and the crushed spirit yearns for rest and peace, still do we fear to die. Why is it thus? Why do we shrink when death would woo us home, and whispers gently to the fainting heart, of peace and joy above? Oh for a firm, unfaltering faith, To calm each rising fear To chase away the gloom of death, A faith that trusts God's power to save, That calmly looks beyond the grave That gilds life's fleeting summer clouds THEN, when from friends who greet me now I'm called at length to part, When death dews gather on my brow, And chill my pulseless heart, When earthly scenes are fading fast With Faith's bright mantle o'er me cast, I shall not fear to die. THE HAPPINESS OF HEAVEN. The Happiness of Heaven. CAROLINE BOWLES. Он, happy, happy country! where And death, who keeps its portals fair, No grief can change their day to night, Glitters a bright and dazzling gem 105 Death of a Maiden. HON. MRS. NORTON. Low she lies, who blest our eyes Yet there is a world of light beyond, Where we neither die nor sleep She is there, of whom our souls were fond— The heart is cold, whose thoughts were told She scarce seemed made to die. Yet we know that her soul is happy now, Where the saints their calm watch keep; That angels are crowning that fair young brow, Then wherefore do we weep? |