The "Little Travellers.” EDMENSTON. WHO are they whose little feet, Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view? "I from Greenland's frozen land;" "I from India's sultry plain ;" "I from Afric's barren sand;" "I from islands of the main." "All our earthly journey past, At the portals of the sky; Let the little travellers in. WEEP NOT FOR THY CHILD. 93 338 Weep not for thy Child, ANONYMOUS. MOTHER! standing at the grave of thy child, weep not such bitter tears, as though thy loved one were lost to thee forever, look above! Faith will point thee to a brighter world beyond the grave, and whisper in thine ear, "not lost, but gone before." Then weep not that thy fair one died; though thou hast one bright cherub less on earth, thou hast an angel more in heaven. Oh blessed thought! an angel round God's throne, a flower from the nursery of thy love, transplanted to the blooming garden of God's paradise, a jewel from thy casket, shining more brightly as a jewel on thy Saviour's breast; the tie that bound thee to the earth by love was severed, calling the child to a happier home above. Where thy treasure is, there let my heart be. Then dry thy tears, fair mourner, and lift thy heart to God in prayer. He heareth when the mourners cry. "He doeth all things well." Oh think how the free spirit of thy child is watching o'er thee, communing with thine own, and keep thy heart pure even as that cherub's, that thou mayst be fitted to meet the loved one in that better world, where partings are no more, and where the redeemed of the Lord are happy-HAPPY! "For God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away." |