16 aprile 68 Bth P. M. 4 lines 79 The heathen mother. How, With her own maternal hand 'Mid the waves her infaut throw, Frightful monsters seize their prey; Bears the struggling child away. Breaks the cry upon the enr; She, unmoved, thật cry can hear! Let its precepts reach her heart; Act the mother's tender part. 69 L, ALE Erry tear At the price Concrete 3 Through its dark and narrow portal Once they bore thee to thy rest; There a ray of light immortal, Like a sunbeam from the west, Burst the shadows And the grave thenceforth was blest. 4 By the light that thug was given To the darkness of the tomb- Star of gladness, attrachuse 6 From our circle, little brother, Early bast thou pass'd away! But the angels say,-- Another Joing our boly song to-day! Weep no longer- 72 6th P. M. 6 lines 78. The early dead. , Often droop and lose their bloomPass away in childhood's hour, To the cold and silent tomb Bodies laid beneath the sod Spirits gone away to God! 2 Oft along the busy street, Sad and tearful mourniers go; Mothers for their children weep, Weep that death has laid the low Nipp'd the buds before their bloom, Hid'them in the silent tomb 6 Then let us weep as Jesus wept; Hallow'd by love each gentle sigh; The Christian need not fear to die. 1 74 9th P. M. 87, 87. Gentle as the summer breeze, When it floats among the trees. Peaceful in the grave so low :' Thou no more our songs shalt know. Here thy loss we deeply feel; He can all our sorrow heal. When the day of life is fled, Where no farewell tear is shed. 75 C. M. , His seal was on thy brow. Soul, to its rest on high; No more may fear to die. |