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Who Shall Roll Away the Stone ?
Many a storm-cloud sweeping o'er us,
pours on us its rain ;
Never comes to give us pain.
Sunshine comes, the cloud has flown : -- Ask not then in foolish sorrow,
“ Who shall roll away the stone ?”
Burden not thy soul with sadness,
Make the wiser, better choice ! Tread the path of life with gladness,
God doth bid thee, man, rejoice!
Leave to-morrow's cares alone;
Who shall roll away the stone?”
Out of Prison.
OUT OF PRISON.
The apostle slept. A light shone in the prison ;
An angel touched his side. “ Arise!” he said; and quickly he hath risen,
His fettered arms untied.
The watchers saw no light at midnight gleaming,
They heard no sound of feet:
Stands free upon the street.
So when the Christian's eyelid droops and closes,
In nature's parting strife,
To wake him up to life.
He gives a gentle blow, and so releases
The spirit from its clay;
He bids it come away.
It rises up, and from its darksome mansion
It takes its silent flight,
Of heavenly air and light.
Behind it hears Time’s iron gates close faintly ;
It now is far from them;
The New Jerusalem.
A voice is heard on earth of kinsfolk, weeping
The loss of one they love;
A festival above.
The mourners throng the way, and from the steeple
The funeral bell tolls slow;
Are passing to and fro,
And saying as they meet, “ Rejoice! another,
Long waited for, is come ; ”
JAMES DRUMMOND BURNS.
Are they Trifles ?
ARE THEY TRIFLES ?
Why do we speak of a "little thing,”
And “trifles light as air ?”
One moment's joy or care ?
Is the germ of a noble tree;
Is it not agony ?
What is a trifle ?--a thoughtless word,
Forgotten as soon as said ? Perchance its echo shall yet be heard,
When the speaker is with the dead.
And strikes we know not where !
Is it a trifle there?
Is it a trifle, the first false step
On the dizzy verge of sin ?
Are they Trifles ?
'Tis treacherous ground, one little slip
May plunge us headlong in;
Death's galling chain for aye;
May rend those bonds away.
Drops of water are little things,
But they form a boundless sea ;
Yet his song is melody.
In heaven sha!l bear their part;
Holds many a parent's heart.
Cease, then, to speak of a “ little thing,"
Which may give thy brother pain ;
The greater in their train.
Of good which may be given :
Thou shalt be great in heaven.”