Beneath Thy cross abiding
Forever would I rest,

In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.

Be near when I am dying;

Oh, show Thy cross to me: And to my succor flying,

Come Lord, and set me free. These eyes new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he who dies believing

Dies safely through Thy love.

Love and Death

LOVE AND DEATH

Margaret Deland

LAS! that men must see

A

Love, before Death!

Else they content might be
With their short breath;

Aye, glad, when the pale sun
Showed restless Day was done
And endless Rest begun.

Glad, when with strong, cool hand
Death clasped their own,
And with a strange command
Hushed every moan;

Glad to have finished pain,

And labor wrought in vain,

Blurred by Sin's deepening stain.

But Love's insistent voice

Bids Self to flee

"Live that I may rejoice,

Live on, for me!"

So, for Love's cruel mind,

Men fear this Rest to find,

Nor know great Death is kind!

D

GIVE ME NOT TEARS

Rose Hawthorne Lathrop

DESPAIR

EAR, when you see my grave,
Oh, shall you weep?

Ah, no! That were to have

Mistaken care;

But when you see my grave,

I pray you keep

Sunshine of heart that time doth lay me there,

Where veiling mists of dream guard endless sleep,

Though the young life we mourn

That, blooming, dies,—

Ere grief hath made forlorn

This other face,

Still sadder are the eyes,

The cheeks more worn

Than show the dead, of those who seek love's grace:

Death is the gentlest of the world's replies.

JOY

DEAR, when the sun is set

From my life's air,

And your eyes, newly wet

With tears for me,

Give Me Not Tears

Make my sky darker yet,

Remember where

Your eyes in light laved all my destiny:

Weep not, weep not, since so much love was there!

Remember that through you

My rapture came.

I gained from faith so true

More than I asked,—

For not the half I knew

My need might name,

Until I saw the soul your love unmasked:

Then crave not of the night my vanished flame.

腿

ONE DEAD

John William Inchbold

́S IT deep sleep, or is it rather death?

I

Rest anyhow it is, and sweet is rest:

No more the doubtful blessing of the breath; Our God hath said that silence is the best, And thou art silent as the pale round moon, And near thee is our birth's great mystery:Alas, we knew not thou wouldst go so soon! We cannot tell where sky is lost in sea, But only find life's bark to come and go,

By wondrous Nature's hidden force impelled,Then melts the wake in sea, and none shall know For certain which the course the vessel held;

The lessening ship by us no more is seen,
And sea and sky are just as they have been.