THE VERDICT OF DEATH. HOW does Death speak of our beloved When it has laid them low; When it has set its hallowing touch It clothes their every gift and grace Recalling with resistless force, This little loving fond device, That daily act of sacrifice, Of which too late we learn the price! Opening our weeping eyes to trace Forgotten notes of tenderness, Which evermore to us must be Sacred as hymns in infancy, Learned listening at a mother's knee. Thus does Death speak of cur beloved Then let Love antedate the work of Death, How does Death speak of our beloved It sweeps their faults with heavy hand, How that small fretting fretfulness This failing, at which we repined, Thus does Death speak of our beloved Then let Love antedate the work of Death, How does Death speak of our beloved When it has laid them low; It takes each failing on our part, The small neglect that may have pained, The little service which had proved And those mute lips to glad smiles moved; The little gift from out our store, Which might have cheered some cheerless hour, When they with earth's poor needs were poor, But never will be needed more! It shows our faults like fires at night; It sweeps their failings out of sight; It clothes their good in heavenly light. O Christ, our life! foredate the work of Death, And do this now! Thou who art love, thus hallow our beloved! Not Death, but Thou! ELIZABETH CHARLES. A MEDITATION. "I believe in the Communion of Saints." AND oh, Beloved ones, my lips are fain To speak of you! this heart of mine so long Hath communed with you, they may not refrain To pay you honor in a guileless song; I will not fear to do the Master wrong Have been less dear than yours, who did not move Betimes, and watch that it might safer rest. But bound on rugged paths where once of old Your Master toiled, where toil your brethren now, Now have ye reached the Mount of God! no stain And even thus we commune! spirits freed Is meet for either in this olden, sweet, DORA GREENWELL. THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. OR all Thy saints, O Lord, FOR Who strove in Thee to live, Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored |