We shall see them as we saw them,

Growing day by day more weak; With the light of sunset stealing

O'er the ever-paling cheek!

Waiting till a shining angel

Came and snatched the light away, And their bodies went to mingle

With their senseless kindred clay.

And our buoyant hearts grew saddened,
As we saw them mutely borne
To the place where oft in twilight
Came the sad bereaved to mourn.

Ah! but not beneath the willows,
Where repose the dead of years,
Must we look for those who, drooping,
Left us in this vale of tears.

Far above the silent mountains,

Sleeping in the calm moonlight,

Far above the azure welkin,

Where the stars are gleaming bright;

Far beyond the last dark river

Are their raptured spirits gone,

Fled to join that mighty army

With the snow-white raiment on;

Where their sun no more goes downward,

Nor their moon withdraws from sight,

Where the Lord their God for ever
Is their glory and their light.

Where they dread no more the tempest
Feel no more the heat or cold;
Never droop in life's fair summer,
Never grow infirm or old.

Where affliction, pain, and anguish,
Sorrow, sighing, change, and death,
Fierce temptation, sin, and Satan,

Come no more with blighting breath.

Where the lights they deem the brightest Are not soonest gloomed with shade; Where the forms they love the dearest Are not first to change or fade.

Where they hear no sound of weeping,
Nor the solemn funeral knell ;

Never feel the throes of parting,
Never breathe a sad farewell.

Where all tears are dried for ever,
And, each fiery trial o'er,
Where they sing redemption's story,

Veil their faces and adore.

Where the buds from earth transplanted

Gem with flowers the raptured shore,

And the tired and weary-hearted

Rest in peace for evermore.

Yes, and these are but the first-fruits

Of the harvest that shall rise From our Sabbath institutions To that home above the skies.

But while they are safely landed,
We are weakly plodding here,
Sport of every gale of sorrows,
Full of sin and doubt and fear.

Oh! my heart grows

cold within me

As I look adown the years

Looming dimly in the future,

Shadows gloomed and wet with tears.

Many a head may have grown hoary,
Wrinkled many a sunny brow,

Many a footstep weak and feeble
That is light and buoyant now;

Many a voice have lost its cadence,
Many an eye its lustrous light,

Many a hand forgot its cunning,

Many a dear one passed from sight.

Sad we may have grown and weary,
Heavy-hearted, spirit-sore,

Ere again we view this temple,

If we ever view it more.

Well, but let us start undaunted

With the Bible in our hand;

Firmly rooted, surely grounded

In the faith by which we stand.

Ever keep our hearts untarnished,
Full of hope and love and truth;
And preserve through life's experience
All the purity of youth.

And, alike amid the brightness
And the sorrow and despair,
In the silence of our closets

Let us seek the Lord in prayer,

And commit our way unto him,

With a conscience pure and true; Look in faith for every blessing,

And He'll bring us safely through,

And if we no more, my schoolmate,
Stand within this sacred fane,

If we fall amid the battle,

Ne'er to meet on earth again—

Far beyond this scene of conflict,
Free from sorrow, oh, how sweet!
When the angel-hosts shall, singing,
Gather home the weary feet

Of the teachers and the scholars,
From the mountain and the glade,

From the desert and the ocean,

Wheresoe'er their feet have strayed

We shall meet in joy and wonder,
And the song of rapture swell;
Now, farewell, my gentle schoolmate,
Farewell—a long farewell!

ALL ALONE.

WO sisters, beautiful as twin sunbeams,

Disported mid my childhood's realm of flowers,
The blythe associates of my earliest dreams,
The winsome sharers of my sunset hours.

They sleep serenely 'neath the churchyard stone,
And I am left alone, all, all alone!

THE MOTHER ON THE DEATH OF HER

INFANT CHILD.

IKE the meteor's transient gleam,
Like the stars at dawn of day,

Like the music of a dream,

Came our boy and passed away.

Gone to swell the snow-white throng,

On the bright far-distant shore, Where we'll meet again ere long,

Angel-one, to part no more.