664 L. M. On the Death of a Child. MRS. STEELE. 1 SO fades the lovely, blooming flower, 2 Is there no kind, no lenient art Her comforts were not made to die. 4 Her powerful aid supports the soul, 5 Then gentle patience smiles on pain, Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, 665 L. M. Death of Children. J. Q. ADAMS. 1 SURE, to the mansions of the blest 2 On wings of ecstasy they rise, 3 There, at the Almighty Father's hand, 4 That inextinguishable beam, With dust united at our birth, Sheds a more dim, discolored gleam, The more it lingers upon earth. 5 Closed in this dark abode of clay, The stream of glory faintly burns, Nor unobscured the lucid ray To its own native fount returns. 6 But when the Lord of mortal breath 7 No passion fierce, no low desire Has quenched the radiance of the flame; Back to its God the living fire Returns, unsullied, as it came. C. WESLEY. 666 7s & 6s M. Adieu to a departed Christian Friend. 1 FAREWELL, thou once a mortal, Go, pass the heavenly portal, PUBLIC OCCASION®, ots he blest, est, 668 s of ecstasy they row, where worlds material tyll r sister of the nking se vinpolluted sout zhty Father's hand, flas ng lucht, eath of an aged Minister. I of God, well done! MONTGOMERY. om thy loved employ ; voice of midnight came; He started up to hear: mortal arrow pierced his frame; He fell, but felt no fear. Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him on the field, The pains of death are past; And, life's long warfare closed at last, 2 The Author of thy being Hath summoned thee away; And night in endless day. 3 With those that went before thee, 4 Acquainted with their sadness, That 5 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; we alone must bear They cannot, cannot leave thee, Thy kind companions there. 6 From all thy care and sorrow And we shall mount to-morrow, 667 C. M. WATTS. The Death and Burial of a Saint. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Why should we tremble to convey There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, |