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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 thro' the mists and vapors ;

Amid these earthly damps
What seem to us but sad, funeral 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 portals we call Death.

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THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIE

ASTCR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS.

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,

By guardian angels led,
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,

She lives, whom we call dead.

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,

Clothed with celestial grace;
And beautiful with all the soul's expansion

Shall we behold her face.

And though at times impetuous with emotion

And anguish long suppress’d, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,

That cannot be at rest,

We will be patient, and assuage the feeling,

We may not wholly stay;
By silence sanctifying, not concealing,

The grief that must have sway.

A PASSING THOUGHT.

O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give bim eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.

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