165. Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 166. Shall youth-shall beauty fade away, 167. Why weep, and shed such bitter tears? Whose mortal race so soon was run, Let faith in God, thy soul sustain, That God, with whom his Saints shall reign. 168. Forgive! whilst thus I mourn her early doom, 169. Look forward to that day which shall unfold the mysteries of time, and reveal the glories of a happy eternity. 170. On him who bears the feeble up, In him who gave this bitter cup And onward press to realms above, Where all shall know, that, "God is love." 171. When hoary age is carried to the tomb, Though grieved, we know that such is nature's doom, Wither, and die, in one short, transient hour, Is apt to murmur at the stern decree ; Yet why o'er thee, lamented youth repine? 172. A calm, patient spirit under all our losses, and all our sorrows, is the spirit which best befits, and adorns the Christian. 173. Dear Parents! cease that plaintive moan, What though your sweetest joys are flown? 174. We gazed upon her youthful brow 175. Alas! my son, and didst thou die, Who in all climes is found the same. These lines may be inscribed on a cenotaph to the memory of any pious youth who died abroad. 176. Lines to the memory of a youth who fell from a steam packet, and was drowned in the River Illonois. He sunk (to rise no more) in that swift stream :— MANHOO D. 177. Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene : For us they languish, and for us they die : 178. Men seek substantial good in vain, Intent on things below; For what's the sum of all their gain, But vanity and woe? 179. Who seeks a world of perfect bliss, 180. Where is the man, that can welcome the tomb ? Where is the man, that dreads not its gloom ?— The Christian, can welcome the gloom of the grave, Who knows his Redeemer, is, "mighty to save.” |