Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, It calmly repeats those words of awe : Forever-never! Never-forever!" In that mansion used to be His great fires up the chimney roared; That warning time-piece never ceased: "Forever-never! Never-forever!" There groups of merry children played; Even as a miser counts his gold Those hours the ancient time-piece told : "Forever-never! Never-forever!" From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding-night! The dead lay in his shroud of snow! Was heard the old clock on the stair: "Forever-never! Never-forever!" All are scattered now and fled, "Forever-never! Never-forever!" Never here, forever there, Where all parting, pain and care, Sayeth this incessantly: "Forever-never! Never-forever!" TWILIGHT. The twilight is sad and cloudy, But in the fisherman's cottage Close, close it is pressed to the window, As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's waving shadow Now bowing and bending low. What tale do the roaring ocean, And why do the roaring ocean And the night-wind wild and bleak, RESIGNATION. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair! The air is full of farewells to the dying And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted! Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, Day after day, we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her, For when, with raptures wild, In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden in her Father's mansion And beautiful with all the soul's expansion And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, We will be patient and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way. simile from the "Address to a Child:" By what astrology of fear or hope And scarcely visible to us here, Rounds and completes the perfect sphere A pale and feeble adumbration, Of the great world of light that lies Beyond all human destinies! The concluding extract has a stronger recommen |