SONGS IN BEREAVEMENT. H 'E who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends. I can hear your sighs and prayers; Sweet friends! what the women lave Is a hut which I am quitting, Is a cage from which at last Love the inmate, not the room; The wearer, not the garb; the plume Of the falcon, not the bars Which kept him from those splendid stars! Loving friends! be wise and dry Allah glorious! Allah good! But in light ye cannot see ́Of unfilled felicity In enlarging Paradise— Lives a life that never dies. Farewell, friends! Yet not farewell; A moment's time, a little space ; Only not at death; for death Now we know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of life the centre. Be ye certain all seems love O Love divine! O Love alway! He who died at Azan gave EDWIN ARNOLD. -KNOW that his dear children cannot die, But gently lapsing to an ampler life Through the brief sleep we misname death, awake In His most glorious likeness. HOULD bereavement's heavy shadow SHOULD Pall-like clothe thy stricken heart, And the very stars above thee Cease their lessons to impart, Think the dear ones, whose departure OUR UR prince has gone to his inheritance ! Some crowned king to leave his throne should chance, And try the rough ways of the world awhile? Ere he had wearied of its storm and stress, And all the untold burden of its pain? Or what if from the golden palace gate The king's fair son on some bright morn should stray? Would he not send his lords of high estate To lead him back ere fell the close of day? JULIA C. R. Dorr. -WHEN you see a soul set free From this poor seed of its mortality, And know you saw not that which is to be, For its immortal bloom? Search for your flowers in the celestial grove : Follow your missing bird Where songs are always heard! PHOEBE CARY. IF F for a time some loved one goes away, |