So changeful is life's fleeting day, Whene'er we sever hope may say "We part to meet again!” Even the last parting earth can know, Brings not unutterable woe, To souls that heavenward soar; For humble Faith, with steadfast eye, Points to a brighter world on high, Where hearts that here at parting sigh, May meet -to part no more. Thomas Moore. 1780-1852. COMFORT IN AFFLICTION. On! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, The friends who in our sunshine live, But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, When joy no longer soothes or cheers, Is dimmed and vanished too,— Come brightly wafting through the gloom Then sorrow touched by Thee grows bright, As darkness shows us worlds of light BUT WHO SHALL SEE. BUT who shall see the glorious day When pain shall cease, and every tear Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Thy days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed And every wind that blows shall waft BLISS OF HEAVEN. Go, wing thy flight from star to star, As the universe spreads its flaming wall: Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all. William Cullen Bryant. 1794. THE RETURN OF YOUTH. My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime, Of cheerful hopes that filled the world with light, Years when thy heart was bold, thy hand was strong, And quick the thought that moved thy tongue to speak, And willing faith was thine, and scorn of wrong Thou lookest forward on the coming days, |