For we speak of you cheerfully, always, Not as one who is dead do we name you For how could we speak of you sadly, Of eternity's wonderful beauty Grew over your face? Do we call the star lost that is hidden Do we fashion a shroud for the young child Yet behold! this were wise to their folly When a soul that is summoned believing PHOEBE CARY. A A Year in Heaven. YEAR uncalendared; for what Hast thou to do with mortal time? Its dole of moments entereth not That circle, mystic and sublime, Whose unreached center is the throne As but an everlasting now. The thought removes thee far away,- Ah, let me hold thee as I may, And count thy time by earthly years! A YEAR IN HEAVEN. A year of blessedness; wherein Not one dim cloud hath crossed thy soul; No frail mortality's control: A year of progress in the lore That's only learned in Heaven; thy mind Hath left the realms of doubt behind; As held it here in needful thrall: A year of love; thy yearning heart 459 For thou those hands' dear clasp hast felt, Which wears the scars the thorns have made. A year without thee; I had thought Before the human grief I bear; To miss thee so, then drown the wail A year of tears to me; to thee, The archway to eternity, The portal of immortal life: To thee the palm of victory given. Enough, my heart! thank God! thank God! That thou hast been a year in Heaven. ANONYMOUS A Year in Heaven. ONE year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been, One year has heaven's white portal shut back the sound of sin; And yet no voice, no whisper, comes floating down from thee, To tell us what glad wonder a year of heaven may be. A YEAR IN HEAVEN. Our hearts before it listen,-the beautiful closed gate: 461 Thou lovedst all things lovely when walking with us here: Now from the heights of heaven seems earth no longer dear? We cannot paint thee moving in white-robed state afar, Heaven is but life made richer; therein can be no loss: To meet our love and longing thou hast no gulf to cross: No adamant between us uprears its rocky screen; A veil before us only:-thou in the light serene. That veil 'twixt earth and heaven a breath might waft aside: And half we feel thee leaning from thy deep calm of bliss, So, when the sky seems bluer, and when the blossoms wear Because we know thee near us and nearer still to Him And as in waves of beauty the swift years come and go, Hearing, from that sweet country where blighting never came, Love chime the hours immortal, in earth and heaven the same. LUCY LARCOM. O A Little While. FOR the peace which floweth as a river, Making life's desert places bloom and smile! A little while for patient vigil-keeping, To face the stern, to battle with the strong; A little while to wear the weeds of sadness, To pace with weary steps through noisy ways; A little while midst shadow and illusion To strive by faith love's mysteries to spell: A little while the earthen pitcher taking To wayside brooks from far-off fountains fed; A little while to keep the oil from failing, A little while faith's flickering lamp to trim, |