190. Doubt not, while, pondering on a mortal's doom, That these dry bones again shall rise and live God form'd them from the dust, and He, once more, Can give them strength and beauty as before, 191. Whether we think of heavenly things, This solemn question still should rise, And happier, Reader, shalt thou be, 192. While the bush bloom'd, the bud wither'd ;While the tree flourish'd, the sapling was broken ;While the parent liv'd, the offspring was carried to the tomb. 193. Her piety was not only pure, but practical. It taught her to relieve the sorrows of earth, as well as to seek the joys of heaven. She delighted in errands of mercy, and increased her own happiness by ministering to the wants of those whose lot was more humble than her own. Reader, Humanity has lost a friend. 194. Alas! that human hearts should burn, Offended man indignant stands To smite his fellow-man, nor spares; 195. He was an humble disciple of the Redeemer: and happy would it be for the Cæsars and Alexanders of the world, could they exchange their earthly diadems for the heavenly crown which he is appointed to wear. 196. O that this mouldering stone may remind a sinmercy that may be found in a Saviour! ner of the 197. Reader! this stone, engraven clear, 198. If happiness possess thy heart, For He alone, when nature sinks, Of an eternal death. And He thy dying hour can cheer, 199. Hark! heard ye not that melancholy blast That, bursting from the tomb, this warning gave "Youth, health, and strength, and beauty may not last! Corruption and the worm are in the grave?" 200. No relative near him to bid depart The gloom that fast gather'd around his heart; The death-sob pass'd, and no comrade was nigh To echo a soldier's latest sigh: No prayer was preferr'd, and no sigh was given, To point the wavering soul to heaven. 'Mong strangers to die was his lonely lot: This sod shall be wet with as bright a tear As ever yet fell on a soldier's bier; And a sigh shall be heav'd as deep and as dread As love ever breath'd o'er a warrior dead. 201. O, Reader, watch! for death is ever near; 202. A man of peace, the Almighty he ador'd; A thousand kindly thoughts around his breast. 203. What though her breast was sorely press'd And peril, pain, and tears: She dwells in glory now; Nor couldst thou gaze the glittering blaze In faith and love she look'd above |