66 YES, I SHALL SLEEP"

Glad that the wasted form within
Has done at length with care and sin.

Think that with him the strife is o'er,
Life's stormy, struggling battle ended;
Hope that his soul has gained that shore
To which, though weak, his footsteps tended;
Breathe the dear hope above his sod,
And leave him to his rest-and God!

W. A. Urquhart.

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IMMORTALITY

IMMORTALITY

THE CROWN OF LIFE

Ан, what is life? so brief at best-
A waking between rest and rest;
An insect's trail along the sand;
A gem's bright flash upon the hand;
A wave-line traced on ocean's shore,
Just rippled there, then seen no more;
A breath upon a frosted pane,

A moment warmed, then chilled again;
The shadow of a cloud, that stays

Until obscured by passing haze.

Canst think of aught more brief, more fleet,
To image forth Time's flying feet?
Yet in the" shadow," in the "breath,"
Our love awakes, which knows no death,
And life, which seems so brief to be,

Is crowned by Immortality!

Margaret May.

THIS WORLD IS BUT THE RUGGED

ROAD

THIS world is but the rugged road
Which leads us to the bright abode
Of peace above;

So let us choose that narrow way,
Which leads no traveller's foot astray
From realms of love.

Our cradle is the starting-place,
Life is the running of the race,
We reach the goal

When, in the mansions of the blest,
Death leaves to its eternal rest
The weary soul.

Did we but use it as we ought,

This world would school each wandering

thought

To its high state.