The Upper Choir. CAROLINE MAY. O LIFE, how chequer'd and how shady, Clad in deep mourning for her boy. And "ah," she said, "he was so beautiful, His will to mine would ever bow THE UPPER CHOIR. So fond of music and of singing- With some sweet hymn of pleasant cheer. I missed him there one Sabbath morning- (Whose beauty was like Spring's fair dawning) Beaming in its accustomed place: And through the service and the singing And oh! I sighed, if Death should ever Snatch from my heart that precious one: How could I live? with what endeavor Bear up beneath life's darkened sun? Just then he bounded past before me With glowing cheeks, and smile so bright, And eyes whose gladness kindled o'er me 23 An answering flame of pure delight. A knell that rang with solemn dread; But two weeks passed, and he was dead. And now, although a mother only Where brooding memory never sleeps, Is hushed and soothed by hopes that win me, E'en in my sorrow, to rejoice. And those brief words of eager pleasure My darling spoke that Sabbath morn, Are running over with full measure THE UPPER CHOIR. Christ, the dear Minister, who standeth At God's right hand, and aye commandeth The lower for the Upper Choir. 25 The Lost Jewel ANONYMOUS. JESUS to my earthly keeping Mourning for my vanished treasure, Then I heard the Saviour say— "Cease to sorrow, for my pleasure I have borne thy gem away. "Is thy spirit filled with anguish? |