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Than to doubt like mine a prey;
Some new hope for each new day. “ When the shadows veil the meadows, And the sunset's golden ladders
Sink from twilight's walls of grey, -
Down the locust-shaded way;
But away, swift away,
And the horned moon pales away;
Nay, nay, he's away!”
For the dear one far away.”
“ Robert !” “ Martha !” all they say.
Noon of night is noon of day!
Come away, come away!
Hoary rime and chilly spray.
But the hearth shall kindle clearer,
Hope and pray, trust alway;
For the trial and delay!”
THE RIVER PATH.
No rustle from the birchen stem,
From out the darkness where we trod, We gazed upon those hills of God, Whose light seemed not of moon or sun. We spake not, but our thought was one. We paused, as if from that bright shore Beckoned our dear ones gone before ;
And stilled our beating hearts to hear
Sudden our pathway turned from night;
when our feet draw near The river dark, with mortal fear,
“And the night cometh chill with dew,
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong. So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath-day I strolled among The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
And cold hands folded over a still heart, Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave, Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!
ANOTHER hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
The path which reaches Heaven.
Made brighter summer hours,
Has left us with the flowers.
No paling of the cheek of bloom
Forewarned us of decay;
Fell round our sister's way.
The light of her young life went down,
As sinks behind the hill
Clear, suddenly, and still.
Eternal as the sky;
A sound which could not die.
And half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere,
Who walked an angel here.
The blessing of her quiet life
Fell on us like the dew;
Like fairy blossoms grew.
Were in her very look ;
A true and holy book :
To which our hearts could move ;
A canticle of love.
pause beside her door to hear
Her smile no longer cheers; A dimness on the stars of night, Like
eyes that look through tears. Alone unto our Father's will
One thought hath reconciled;
Hath taken home his child.
And let her henceforth be
Our human hearts and thee.
Between us and the wrong,
Our faith in Goodness strong..
Distrusted all her powers,
The well-beloved of ours.