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To kindle my cold love.

Dear, beauteous death, — the jewel of the just, THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.

Shining nowhere but in the dark !

What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, Could man cutlook that mark !
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-

He that hath found some flerged bird's nest may All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


At first sight, if the bird be flown ; I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cro.

That is to him unknown. nies; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul when man doth sleep,

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted I loved a Love once, fairest among women :

themes, ('losed are her doors on me, I must not see her,

And into glory peep. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

If a star were confined into a tomb, I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man

Her captive flames must needs burn there, Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; But when the hand that locked her up gives room, Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

She 'll shine through all the sphere. Gnost-like I paced round the haunts of my child- O Father of eternal life, and all hood,

Created glories under thee ! Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Into trve liberty.



To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest Angel gently comes :
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again ;
And yet in tenderest love our dear
And heavenly Father sends him here.

There's quiet in that Angel's glance,
There's rest in his still countenance !
He mocks no grief with iille cheer,
Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear;
But ills and woes he may not cure
He kindly trains us to endure.

Angel of Patience ! sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling palm;
To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear ;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father's will!

O thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day ;
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, “ Be resigned :
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well !"



The snow had begun in the gloaming,

And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway

With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock

Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree

Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

From sheds new-roofed with Carrara

Came Chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails were softened to swan's.down,

And still Auttered down the snow.

I stool and watched by the window

The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden furries of snow-birds,

Like brown leaves whirling by.

I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn

Where a little headstone stood ; How the Aakes were folding it gently,

As did robins the babes in the wood.

Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill

My perspective still as they pass ;
Or else reniove me hence unto that hill

Where I shall need no glass.



How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps

The disembodied spirits of the dead, When all of thee that time could wither sleeps

And perishes among the dust we tread ?

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain

If there I meet thy gentle presence not ; Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again

In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.

Will not thy own meek heart demand me there? That heart whose fondest throbs to me were

given; My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,

And wilt thou never utter it in heaven?

In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing

wind, In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, And larger movements of the unfettered mind,

Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?

The love that lived through all the stormy past,

And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last,

Shall it expire with life, and be no more?

A happier lot than mine, and larger light,

Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will In cheerful homage to the rule of right,

And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.

For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell, Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the

scroll; And wrath has left its scar that fire of hell

Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.

Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky,

Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the

same ?

Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,

The wisdom that I learned so ill in this The wisdom which is love - till I become

Thy fit companion in that land of bliss ?


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“Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he ;

“Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,

I will give them all back again."

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,

He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise

He bound them in his sheaves.

For none return from those quiet shores,

Who cross with the boatman cold and pale ; We hear the dip of the golden oars,

And catch a gleam of the snowy sail ; And lo! they have passed from our yearning

hearts, They cross the stream and are gone for aye. We may not sunder the veil apart

That hiiles from our visiou the gates of day : We only know that their barks no more

May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea; Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,

They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.

“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,

The Reaper said, and smiled ; “Dear tokens of the earth are they,

Where he was once a child.

" They shall all bloom in fields of light,

Transplanted by my care, and saints, upon their garments white,

Tliese sacred blossoms wear."

And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold

Is flushing river and hill and shore,
I shall one day stand by the water cold,

And list for the sound of the bontman's oar; I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail,

I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand, I shall pass from sight with the boatmani pale

To the better shore of the spirit land.

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,

The flowers she most did love; She knew she should find them all again

In the fields of light above.

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And then, one day, when the time was full,

And the spring was coming fast,
The trembling veil of the body was rent,

And you saw your baby at last.

Was it or not what you had dreamed ?

It was, and yet it was not ; But 0, it was better a thousand times

Than ever you wished or thought.

For Charlie's sake I will arise ;
I will anoint me where he lies,
And change my raiment, and go in
To the Lord's house, and leave my sin
Without, and seat me at his board,
Eat, and be glad, and praise the Lord.
For wherefore should I fast and weep,
And sullen moods of mourning keep?
I cannot bring him back, nor he,
For any calling, come to me.
The bond the angel Death did sign,
God sealed for Charlie's sake, and mine.


And now, dear hearts, you are waiting again,

While the spring is coming fast ; For the baby that was a future dream

Is now a dream of the past :

A dream of sunshine, and all that 's sweet ;

Of all that is pure and bright; Of eyes that were blue as the sky by day,

And as soft as the stars by night.

You are waiting again for the fulness of time,

And the glory to be revealed ; You are wondering deeply with aching hearts

What treasure is now concealed.

I'm very poor

this slender stone Marks all the narrow field I own; Yet, patient husbandman, I till With faith and prayers, that precious hill, Sow it with penitential pains, And, hopeful, wait the latter rains ; Content is, after all, the spot Yield barely one forget-ine-not Whether or figs or thistles make My crop, content for Charlie's sake.

0, will she be this, or will she be that?

And what will there be in her face That will tell you sure that she is your own,

When you meet in the heavenly place ?

Is it was before, it will be again,

Fashion your dream as you will ;
When the veil is rent, and the glory is seen,
It will more than your hope fulfil.


I have no houses, builded well —
Only that little lonesome cell,
Where never romping playmates come,
Nor bashful sweethearts, cunning.dumb--
An April burst of girls and boys,
Their rainbowed cloud of glooms and joys
Born with their songs, gone with their toys.
Nor ever is its stillness stirred
By purr of cat, or chirp of bird,

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