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THE ALPINE SHEPHERD.

THE ALPINE SHEPHERD.

WHEN on my ear your loss was knelled.
And tender sympathy upburst,
A little rill from memory swelled,

Which once had soothed my bitter thirst.

And I was fain to bear to you

Some portion of their mild relief, That it might be as healing dew,

To steal some fever from your grief.

After our child's untroubled breath

Up to the Father took its way, And on our home the shade of death Like a long twilight haunting lay;

And friends came round with us to weep
Her little spirit's swift remove,

This story of the Alpine sheep

Was told to us by one we love :

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They in the valley's sheltering care
Soon crop the meadow's tender prime,
And when the sod grows brown and bare,
The shepherd strives to make them climb

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THE ALPINE SHEPHERD.

"To airy shelves of pasture green,

That hang along the mountain's side,
Where grass and flowers together lean,
And down through mist the sunbeams slide.

"But naught can tempt the timid things
The steep and rugged path to try,
Though sweet the shepherd calls and sings,
And seared below the pastures lie,

"Till in his arms the lambs he takes,
Along the dizzy verge to go,
Then, heedless of the rifts and breaks,
They follow on o'er rock and snow.

"And in those pastures lifted fair,

More dewy soft than lowland mead,
The shepherd drops his tender care,

And sheep and lambs together feed."

This parable, by Nature breathed,

Blew on me as the south-wind free
O'er frozen brooks, that float unsheathed
From icy thraldom to the sea.

A blissful vision through the night

Would all my happy senses sway,
Of the Good Shepherd on the height,
Or climbing up the starry way,

GOING HOME.

Holding our little lamb asleep,

And like the burden of the sea
Sounded that voice along the deep,
Saying, "Arise, and follow me!"

GOING HOME.

"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of Heaven."

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THEY are going
only going-
Jesus called them long ago;
All the wintry time they 're passing
Softly as the falling snow.
When the violets in the spring-time
Catch the azure of the sky,
They are carried out to slumber
Sweetly where the violets lie.

They are going — only going

MARIA LOWELL.

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When with summer earth is dressed,
In their cold hands holding roses

Folded to each silent breast;
When the autumn hangs red banners
Out above the harvest sheaves,
They are going-ever going-

Thick and fast, like falling leaves.

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GOING HOME.

All along the mighty ages,
All adown the solemn time,
They have taken up their homeward
March to that serener clime,
Where the watching, waiting angels
Lead them from the shadow dim,
To the brightness of His presence

Who has called them unto him.

They are going — only going —
Out of pain and into bliss-

Out of sad and sinful weakness

Into perfect holiness.

Snowy brows - no care shall shade them;
Bright eyes - tears shall never dim ;
Rosy lips no time shall fade them;
Jesus called them unto him.

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They are going — ever going —
Leaving many a lonely spot;
But 't is Jesus who has called them-

Suffer and forbid them not.

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"OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN."

O, WHY should children fear,
When sickness dims the eye,

To lie down in the grave,

And innocently die;

Since Jesus Christ his word has given,
That such as these shall enter Heaven?

Then weep not, parents dear,
Because we go above;

We leave you here below,

To seek a tenderer love;
For Jesus Christ his word has given,
That such as WE shall enter Heaven.

Sigh not o'er our pale brows,

Where death has set his seal;
Nor shrink at those chill hands,
That have not power to feel,
For Jesus Christ his word has given,
That such as we shall enter Heaven.

Let our young playmates come,

And view the grassy mound,
And plant their early flowers

As if 't were happy ground;
For Jesus Christ his word has given,
That such as THEY shall enter Heaven.

MRS. GILMAN.

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