4. O, let the soul its slumbers break,
Arouse its senses, and awake
To see how soon

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Life, like its glories, glides away,
And the stern footsteps of decay
Come stealing on.

L. C. M.

LONGFELLOW.

1. O! SWEET as vernal dews that fill
The closing buds on Zion's hill,

When evening clouds draw thither-

So sweet, so heavenly 't is, to see
The members of one family
Live peacefully together!

2. The children, like the lily flowers,
On which descend the sun and showers,
Their hues of beauty blending;
The parents, like the willow boughs,
On which the lovely foliage grows,

Their friendly shade extending.
3. But leaves the greenest will decay,
And flowers the brightest fade away,

When autumn winds are sweeping;
And be the household e'er so fair,
The hand of death will soon be there,
And turn the scene to weeping!
4. Yet leaves again will clothe the trees,
And lilies wave beneath the breeze,

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When spring comes smiling hither: And friends, who parted at the tomb, May yet renew their loveliest bloom, And meet in heaven together!

L. C. M.

1. THE Songs of Zion oft impart,

To each poor, lab'ring careworn heart,
The balm of heavenly peace;
They chase away each boding fear,
And turn to joy each sorrowing tear,
And bid the tumult cease.

2. O Thou, that fill'st the heavenly throne, 'Tis not in melody alone To set the spirit free; Without the breathings of Thy love, The sweetest strains will powerless prove, Nor comfort bring to me.

3. But if Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, Thy hallowed influence afford, My soul will upward rise;

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The strain will swell with love divine,
The light of heaven around me shine,
Beneath the bending skies.

C. M.

1. THE once loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;

And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.

2. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore

Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

3. Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears;
Look to the world on high;

There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that can not die.

MRS. STEELE.

1. BLEST hour, when virtuous friends shall meet, Shall meet to part no more,

And with celestial welcome greet,

On an immortal shore.

2. The parent finds the long-lost child;
Brothers on brothers gaze;

The tear of resignation mild
Is changed to joy and praise.

3. Each tender tie, dissolved with pain,
With endless bliss is crowned;
All that was dead revives again;
All that was lost is found.

4. Congenial minds, arrayed in light,
High thoughts shall interchange;
Nor cease, with ever-new delight,
On wings of love to range.

5. Their Father marks their generous flame,
And looks complacent down;

The smile that owns their filial claim
Is their immortal crown.

LIVERPOOL COLL

1. How happy they, who, safely housed,
To Jesus' bosom fly,

Before the storm of wrath is roused,
O happy they who die!

2. The fury of conflicting waves
Their sleep shall not surprise;
It ruffles not their quiet graves,
It reaches not their skies.

3. Care, pain, and grief, the wild array
Of sorrows felt below;
The dread of trials' fiery day,
Of persecutions' glow.

4. All, all is o'er, with those at rest,
For Jesus' sake forgiven!
No heaving of the anxious breast,
No sickening fear, in heaven!

5. Why linger, then, with strange desire,
Where reeks the deadly strife;
And shrink, unwilling to retire,
To everlasting life?

MRS. GILBERT.

1. CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Young spirit, rest thee now!

E'en while with us thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.

2. Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!

They that have seen thy look in death,
No more may fear to die.

3. Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers,
Whence thy meek smile is gone;

But O, a brighter home than ours,
In heaven is now thine own.

MRS. HEMANS.

1. O, MOST delightful hour by man
Experienced here below,

The hour that terminates his span,
His folly, and his woe.

2. Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Again life's dreary waste,

To see again my day o'erspread
With all the gloomy past.

3. My home henceforth is in the skies;
Earth, seas, and sun, adieu!

All heaven unfolded to my eyes,
I have no sight for you.

4. So speaks the Christian, firm possess'd
Of faith's supporting rod,

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Then breathes his soul into its rest,
The bosom of his God.

C. M.

1. THE dead are like the stars by day,
Withdrawn from mortal eye,

Yet holding unperceived their way
Through the unclouded sky.

COWPER.

2. By them, through holy hope and love,
We feel, in hours serene,
Connected with a world above,
Immortal and unseen.

3. For death his sacred seal hath set
On bright and bygone hours;
And they we mourn are with us yet,
Are more than ever ours;-

4. Ours, by the pledge of love and faith,
By hopes of heaven on high;
By trust, triumphant over death,
In immortality.

BARTON,

1. ANOTHER hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given,

And glows once more with angel steps
The path that leads to heaven.

2. Unto our Father's will alone

One thought hath reconciled;

That He whose love exceedeth ours
Hath taken home His child.

3. Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between

Our human hearts and Thee.

4. Still let her mild rebuking stand
Between us and the wrong,

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And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong.

C. M.

1. DEAR as thou wast, and justly dear,
We would not weep for thee;

WHITTIER.

One thought shall check the starting tear-
It is that thou art free.