AN ACROSTIC. BE thine to know, be thine to feel, Come, oh come! from haunts of sin, To yon banquet-house we'll turn; He may gladly take us in: "Tis said with love His heart doth burn. Let us go! Oh let us go! Whether we be pure or no. Come, oh come! they say He's able, Seat us welcome at His table, Feed us with His holy food. Let us enter! let us see If there's aught for thee and me. Come, oh come! they say He's willing In the home where He doth live. Come, oh come! may we not drink Let us at His feast sit down, And all our rankling sorrows drown. THE DEPARTED. WHEN lov'd friends from earth are going Fair the treasures love hath given; Bending to the will of Heaven, All those precious gifts depart. But the holy recollection Of the forms, where once they shone, Still retains the sweet affection, When their spirits long have gone. See the lineaments, where 'twining, Play'd the soul 'midst beauty's grace ; Fresh the bloom that, health combining, Once o'erspread that vanished face. L Mark the eye, in fancy beaming, And the voice that late had spoken Still those well-known tones are ringing Back each dear and tender look. What though true that Death's cold finger Seal'd the lip and clos'd the eye, And although the shadows linger Where those sleeping treasures lie— Yet there comes a bright awaking, Passing far the loveliest dream : O'er the hills of time is breaking Light from an eternal beam. Where the parent, sister, brother; All who loved and all who weep— Nigh to Him-there is no other— Endless jubilee shall keep. |