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TO CAPT. J. B. AND LADY,
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TO CAPT. J. B. AND LADY,
ON THE DEATH OF THEIR THIRD AND LAST REMAINING CHILD.
“Insatiate archer! could not one suffice!
Thy shaft flew THRICE, and thrice my peace was slain!”
Young.
Thy shaft flew THRICE, and thrice my peace was slain!”
Young.
Weep on, bereaved ones—there's no sin in tears,
When nature's tenderest ties by death are broken,
For He who pities while he chastens, hears
The sigh of sorrow, as submission's token;
And He remembers, too, when Lazarus slept,
His own divine compassion—“Jesus wept!”
When nature's tenderest ties by death are broken,
For He who pities while he chastens, hears
The sigh of sorrow, as submission's token;
And He remembers, too, when Lazarus slept,
His own divine compassion—“Jesus wept!”
Weep on—but mourn not with a hopeless sorrow,
Raise your moist eyes to scenes beyond the grave,
And own that He, from whom each bliss we borrow,
Takes back in mercy, what his mercy gave:
He takes them home—'tis love's, not fate's, decree,
That where our treasures are, our hearts may be.
Raise your moist eyes to scenes beyond the grave,
And own that He, from whom each bliss we borrow,
Takes back in mercy, what his mercy gave:
He takes them home—'tis love's, not fate's, decree,
That where our treasures are, our hearts may be.
Weep on, bereaved ones—'twas for this your God
Severed the ties that kept your hearts below;
Thwart not his purpose, but revere the rod,
And meekly kiss the hand that gave the blow:
The keenest pangs are all in mercy given—
Humility's the only path to heaven.
Severed the ties that kept your hearts below;
Thwart not his purpose, but revere the rod,
And meekly kiss the hand that gave the blow:
The keenest pangs are all in mercy given—
Humility's the only path to heaven.
Weep on—but waste not one delicious tear
On the cold surface of their earthy bed;
Your babes are risen—nought but dust is here,
Why seek the living, then, among the dead?
Their souls have risen, from the mouldering tomb,
To scenes of bliss, where joys eternal bloom.
On the cold surface of their earthy bed;
Your babes are risen—nought but dust is here,
Why seek the living, then, among the dead?
Their souls have risen, from the mouldering tomb,
To scenes of bliss, where joys eternal bloom.
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Weep on—but, like a sunbeam in a shower,
Let this bright truth—a ray of light from heaven,
Shine through the gloom of sorrow's darkest hour,
The smile of peace—the hope of sins forgiven:
The sweet assurance, that the ties of love,
Can ne'er be severed in the realms above.
Let this bright truth—a ray of light from heaven,
Shine through the gloom of sorrow's darkest hour,
The smile of peace—the hope of sins forgiven:
The sweet assurance, that the ties of love,
Can ne'er be severed in the realms above.
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