MOURNING ON EARTH.

SHE lay down in her poverty,
Toil-stricken, though so young;
And the words of human sorrow
Fell trembling from her tongue.

There were palace-houses round her,
And pomp and pride swept by
The walls of that poor chamber,
Where she lay down to die.

Two were abiding with her,
The lowly of the earth,
Her feeble, weeping sister,
And she who gave her birth.

She lay down in her poverty,
Toil-stricken, though so young;
And the words of human sorrow
Fell from her trembling tongue.

"Oh Lord, thick clouds of darkness About my soul are spread,

And the waters of affliction

Have gathered o'er my head!

"Yet what is life? A desert,

Whose cheering springs are dry,

A weary, barren wilderness!
Still it is hard to die'

"For love, the clinging, deathless,
Is with my life entwined;

And the yearning spirit doth rebel
To leave the weak behind!

"Oh Saviour, who didst drain the dregs
Of human wo and pain,
In this, the fiercest trial-hour,
My doubting soul sustain!

"I sink, I sink! support me;
Deep waters round me roll;
I fear! I faint! O Saviour,
Sustain my sinking soul!"

REJOICING IN HEAVEN.

"Oн spirit, freed from bondage,
Rejoice, thy work is done!
The weary world is 'neath thy feet,
Thou brighter than the sun!

"Arise, put on the garments

Which the redeemed wore! Now sorrow hath no part in thee, Thou sanctified from sin!

"Awake and breathe the living air

Of our celestial clime !

Awake to love which knows no change, Thou, who hast done with time!

"Awake, lift up thy joyful eyes,
See, all heaven's host appears;
And be thou glad exceedingly,
Thou, who hast done with tears!

"Awake! ascend Thou art not now With those of mortal birth,

The living God hath touched thy lips, Thou who hast done with earth!"

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