Go mix thee with that heavenly throng,
Who day and night their praise prolong,
Who, some below, and some above,
Are all close knit in bonds of love.

66

THE LIVING AND THE DEAD.

Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him."

Mourn not the saints, whose souls have fled,
And joined the myriads of the dead;
They rest, they rest, from sorrow free,
From sin, and earthly misery;

They would not, if they could, again
Visit the haunts of mortal men ;
They would not fight the fight anew,
Albeit faithful, valiant, true;
Enough for them once to have spent
Life upon earth-they died content ;
Their bliss without us not complete,
They wait till all in Christ shall meet.

But would'st thou mourn, mourn their sad lot,
Who, reft of friends, by man forgot,

In silent sorrow and distress
Wear out a life of loneliness;

Yea, mourn for those, who in despite
Of the High God confound the right,
Slaves of the world for gold, for power,
Or to enjoy the passing hour;
Mourn for thyself, if thou canst wear
Gaily a crown of rosebuds here ;

If from thy soul the life has fled,

Breathe, breathe thou may'st, but thou art dead.

THE TREES OF EDEN.

"The tree of life in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil."

When God of old did place in Eden fair
The first-created happy human pair,

Two trees of divers fruits he there did plant,
And made in them a holy covenant;

The one forbidden-whoso ate, should know
Both good and evil, heritage of woe;
Not so the other-living fruit it bore,
That man might eat, and live for evermore :
Eve listened to the Tempter's subtle voice,
Put forth her hand and made the deadly choice;
Next gave to Adam; Adam not afraid,
Though conscious of the trespass, disobeyed.

Farewell the beauty of that garden fair! Farewell the life so free from toil and care! Ashamed and weeping, our first parents went From Eden to their place of banishment; And now the tree, the garden, are no more, But sin and death, alas! we still deplore.