206. On Him who bears the feeble up, In Him who gave this bitter cup, And onward press to realms above, 207. Beloved! it is well, God's ways are always right; Though far above our sight. 208. When hoary age is carried to the grave, "Tis known the healing art was vain to save; But when, in life's fair spring, a lovely flower Withers, and dies, in one short, transient hour; The mourning heart, o'erwhelmed beneath the blow, Sinks down at first in desolation's woe. Yet for the youthful Christian none should weep, For they are blessed who in Jesus sleep. 209. Devote to God your early days, Seek now the Saviour's love; 210. Dear Parents! cease that plaintive moan, 211. How lovely was her youthful brow, Where nought can ever fade or die. 212. Thou weepest she would weep for thee, If tears in heaven could flow, To think of sin and misery, Man's heritage below. No; not for all earth's realms contain, Would saints return to earth again. 213. Our son was early called to die, *These lines may be inscribed to the memory of any pious youth who died abroad. 214. Lines to the memory of a youth who fell from a steampacket, and was drowned in the River Illinois. He sank to rise no more in that swift stream; The Churchyard. BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head, Our eyes have seen the rosy light Our eyes have seen the steps of age Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know: Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The bodies that beneath thee lie |