Unmantled and alone, On thy blest mercy thrown, So from his harvest home Must the tired peasant come; Leader and king must yield The sword of many a fight,-- That rushed on eagle wing, O Father! in that hour, When earth all succoring power When spear, and shield, and crown Sustain us, Thou! By Him who bowed to take From whom the last dismay Aid us, O God! THE ANGEL BY THE TOMB. 327 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on thee to save, Hear, hear our suppliant breath, THE ANGEL BY THE TOMB. SARAH F. ADAMS. THE mourners came at break of day With darkened hearts, to weep and pray The Earth doth mourn her treasures lost, The spring returns, the flowerets bloom,— Then mourn we not beloved dead; E'en while we come to weep and pray, The happy spirit far hath fled, THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED. MRS. CAROLINE BOWLES SOUTHEY. TREAD Softly! bow the head,- Stranger! however great, With lowly reverence bow; There's one in that poor shed, One by that paltry bed, Greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof, Lo! Death doth keep his state; Enter, no crowds attend; THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED. That pavement, damp and cold, No mingling voices sound, - O change! O wondrous change! O change! stupendous change! The sun eternal breaks, 28* 329 THE PRESENCE OF THE DEPARTED. HIRAM WITHINGTON. "Are they not all ministering spirits?" THE sainted dead! think you they linger not, Nor e'er to this lone world return again? Say, do they not revisit each loved spot. Whose sight doth waken such a thrilling strain Within our longing hearts? O, not in vain They came and went! nor severed are those ties That bound them to this life of joy and pain: They come, they come,-and bid our spirits rise, And dwell in peace with them, beneath the heavenly skies! They are about us; as when Israel's flight To shield us 'mid temptation's fiery heat; In sorrow's night to take us by the hand, And lead us gently to that mercy-seat Whence comes celestial light to guide our wandering feet. |