Thou winning Wisdom's love,
I strength to trust;

Thou 'mid the seraphim,

I in the dust!

PHOEBE CARY.

HE shut the door and turned away,
some task was

SHE

Some task was waiting for her hand

She shut another door, where lay

Her sweet dead hope,—you understand? "And they shall weep no more,” God saith. "Nor taste of pain." Oh, Life! Oh, Death!

HATTIE TYNG GRISWOLD.

G

O not far in the land of light!
A little while by the golden gate,
Lest that I lose you out of sight,
Wait, my darling, wait.

Forever now from your happy eyes

Life's scenic picture has passed away;

You have entered into realities,

And I am yet at the play!

But the last sad act is drawing on ;
A little while by the golden gate

Of the holy heaven to which you are gone,
Wait, my darling, wait.

ALICE CARY.

THERE

HERE'S not an hour but from some sparkling beach

Go joyful men, in fragile ships, to sail

By unknown seas to unknown lands. They hail
The freshening winds with eager hope and speech
Of wondrous countries which they soon will reach.
Left on the shore, we wave our hands, with pale,
Wet cheeks, but hearts that are ashamed to quail
Or own the grief which selfishness would teach.
Oh! Death, the fairest lands beyond thy sea
Lie waiting, and thy barks are swift and stanch
And ready. Why do we reluctant launch?
And when our friends their heritage have claimed
Of thee, and entered on it, rich and free,
Oh! why of sorrow are we not ashamed?

HELEN JACKSON.

F, as we dream, in every radiant star

I the soul

In its degrees of being, will ascend—
If, when these weary organs drop away

We shall forget their uses and commune
With angels and each other, as the stars
Mingle their light in silence and in love—
What is this fleshly fetter of a day

That we should bind it with immortal flowers!
How do we ever gaze upon the sky,

And watch the lark soar up till he is lost,
And turn to our poor perishing dreams away,
Without one tear for our imprisoned wings!

N. P. WILLIS.

"Shall we follow the Hand that guides us on our long unknown journey, with less of gladness and confident trust than the birds who cross leagues of sea guided by the same Hand?"

"To pass through the valley of the shadow of death is the way home."

"As in this life we woke into consciousness in the arms of friends, so we may venture to hope that our next waking will be bosomed by that Eternal Love which provided for this shelter here.