Mourn! mourn! mourn! dear one she has left!
Oh! mourn ye for the fleeing soul;
Mourn for the one Death's Angel has cleft
And borne to the heavenly goal!
But why should we mourn when we know she
has gone
To a world m~re lovely than this;
Why sh6uld we mourn when her soul has put on
The crown and the symbols of bliss?
We mourn because we shall miss her face,
Because we shall need her advice;
We shall need her wise teachings in ethics and
grace,
And her counsel 'gainst sin and vice.
And yet we may profit by her acts of the past,
By bhe plans her great wisdom has shown;
By observing them strictly, perhaps may at last
To the grave in comfort go down.
Oh! a life such as hers, of sin destitute,
Devoted alone unto God;
I .a -os 4nq4 st 0 all, things, and none will
dispute
Is well fit to "pass 'neath the rod."
Oh! pure, holy life, so righteously spent
In the work you were chosen to do;
How you earnestly labored and did not relent
The whole of your dear life through.
But at last it is ended, and she has gone home
To the city beyond the bright skies;
And we know she is happy in that wond'rous
dome
With Christ in His sweet paradise.
And at evening the stars in their radiant light
Will illumine the spot where she rests;
Andthe whippoorwill's note at the lone hours
of night
Will be heard near the tomb of the blest.
Donaldsonvslle, February 5, 1883.
WAGON-SPOKE JIM'S MISTAKE..
BY L. O. OSFZILD.
