So in the way of all who lived before Thee Swift shalt Thou pass from earthly scenes away: Well may'st Thou learn the lessons that they bore Thee, The oft sad lessons of a toilsome way; So, if well learned, to find a joyous waking, A hope fulfilled, a call to enter in, A circle joined, where Death shall cause no breaking, A world where dwells no night, no grief, no sin! BY AND BY. "By and By," the wind is singing; Through the long summer grass The happy song to hear, And this the strain, the joys of "By and By." Where lovers wand'ring go, The maiden's cheeks aglow, While sweet their thoughts as flowers that round them lie, Still sings the rustling wind, An echo sure to find, And still the song, the joys of "By and By." The mother rambles forth, Of all the charms of earth, The countless wonders of earth, sea and sky, While by the wind is sung In her glad ears the hopes of "By and By.” The aged bending down, Recalls the years long flown, Their joys, their sorrows with full many a sigh; That length'ning round them fall, Can hush the wind's glad song of "By and By." The dying gazes round With wonder, awe profound ; Between two worlds his soul doth trembling lie: Heaven's rising dawn can trace, And feel his steps have reached the "By and By." THE PASSING YEAR. The year has passed with all its miracles, Of Spring's soft budding leaves and opening flowers, Where the Creative Spirit walked anew 'Mid all the wonders of primeval hours. Across the summer grass' electric spires Came messages that man should still be blest; And o'er the grain's low-bending golden wires, That man was still Nature's invited guest. Bright glowed the harvests over field and lea; Soft blushed the fruits the orchard's green beneath, While Autumn wove with rich and tasteful hand, Of berries, grasses, leaves, a farewell wreath. While o'er our land Peace spread her wings abroad, The Passing Year! oh! not a year doth pass WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN? "Would you be young again? So would not I One tear to memory given, Onward I hie. Life's dark flood forded o'er All but at rest on shore, Say, would you plunge once more, I'd not be young again though childhood drinks Though through the rosy path of summer hours Though friends were round with words of love and cheer, Weaving with rainbow hues the web of life; And I again Creation's song might hear, With no sad chords of sorrow, sin, and strife. For then should I life's sorrows all renew; Earth would reveal once more her sad, stern face, Thorns would arise where once sweet blossoms grew, And falsehood stand where truth had seeming place. Then space and time would early friends divide, With his short parting words, "No more! No more!" I'd not be young again with home so nigh, Welcomed through ripening age and gentle death ; Life's Autumn winds shall come with peaceful sigh, Life's wither'd hopes like leaves unheeded lie, And like Day's parting tread the passing breath. A brighter youth the passing soul shall know, A faint reflection on Time's hurrying stream. DEATH. Mysterious Death! Unto the arms of Sleep Why do we shrink from Death's kind, outstretched hand? Because our faith cannot uplift the veil, The Angel see, the herald of that land Where life and love and joy shall never fail. ON THE BIRTHDAY OF MY FRIEND, MISS E. A. S. Soft wooing winds and April skies When first the light filled thy young eyes While like a tender lullaby The early birds were warbling nigh; |