Yet scarcely had that mother's soul Escaped this vale of tears, Or passed the glittering stars that roll Through heaven's unbounded spheres; Than she forgot the vow she'd made Forgot that little one to aid, Her guardian here to be. But He who promised to befriend Till all their earthly trials end, Till time shall be no more; At last He summoned Annie, too, To where the truly righteous go Their golden harps to play. And as she lifted up her eyes, (Glazed by the hand of death,) And gazed upon the opening skies, With softly ebbing breath;— "My mother comes! oh see!" she cried, "Descending from above! "My mother!" she exclaimed, and died, Wrapt in seraphic love. Such was the end of Annie dear, That bright, that blessèd star, Sent but to show us mortals here, How beauteous angels are. But when that little one was dead, And mouldering in the dust, When her triumphant soul had fled To mingle with the just; Her fair, but base, inconstant friend No peace, no comfort knew: And so all holy pleasures end Whene'er we prove untrue! No happy dreams, no slumbers light, But some unearthly, fiendlike sprite, Or some unsightly ghost, Would haunt her at that dreary hour, And fill her soul with dread, As if she saw Heaven's vengeance lower On her devoted head. But when life's closing scene drew nigh, What were her feelings then? Could she repress the anguished sigh, Or gushing tears restrain? Was little Annie sent to bid Her welcome to the skies? Was little Annie sent to bid Her soul triumphant rise? Had she a glorious hope in death, A guardian spirit nigh, An angel waiting for her breath? Answer. There's no reply. Solitude. "O sacred Solitude! divine retreat! Choice of the prudent! envy of the great! H! 'tis divinely sweet to steal The bliss of solitude to feel, As shuts the eye of day. Far from the busy scenes of life, To seek some lonely spot, Where all of earthly care and strife May be awhile forgot! YOUNG. To watch the bright, the full-orbed moon, With all the stars around her throne, To sit and hold communion sweet With Him who reigns on high; In some secluded, lone retreat, Unseen by mortal eye. |