LIFE AND DEATH. HAT is Life, Father?" "A Battle, my child, Where the strongest lance may fail, Where the wariest eyes may be beguiled, And the feeble little ones must stand In the thickest of the fight." "What is Death, Father?" "The rest, my child, When the strife and the toil are o'er; The angel of God, who, calm and mild, Says we need fight no more; Who driving away the demon band, Bids the din of the battle cease; Takes banner and spear from our failing hand, And proclaims an eternal Peace." "Let me die, Father! I tremble and fear To yield in that terrible strife!" "The crown must be won for Heaven, dear, In the battle-field of life; My child, though thy foes are strong and tried, He loveth the weak and small; The Angels of Heaven are on thy side, And God is over all!" NOW. ISE! for the day is passing, The others have buckled their armour, And forth to the fight are gone: A place in the ranks awaits you, Rise from your dreams of the Future- Of storming some airy fortress, Or bidding some giant yield; Your Future has deeds of glory, Of honour (God grant it may !) But your arm will never be stronger, Or the need so great as To-day. Rise! if the Past detains you, Her sunshine and storms forget; Sad or bright, she is lifeless ever, Rise! for the day is passing : Stay not to sharpen your weapons, CLEANSING FIRES. ET thy gold be cast in the furnace, With its caverns of burning light: And thy gold shall return more precious, Free from every spot and stain; For gold must be tried by fire, As a heart must be tried by pain! In the cruel fire of Sorrow Cast thy heart, do not faint or wail; Let thy hand be firm and steady, But wait, when the trial is over, For as gold is tried by fire, So a heart must be tried by pain! |