Islington. When the bright eye has lost its beam, How melancholy then will seem The sacred last adieu. But tho' from life we mourning part, A brighter world in view Sheds its mild radiance o'er the past, And gilds the last adieu. E.G.B. TRANSLATIONS OF THE EPITAPH IN BATTLE CHURCH. I LIV'D as long as I would live, I liv'd to Thee, I die to Thee, And ever shall remain. J. S. HARVEY. THE years that o'er my head had flown The welcome summons came; The time he should think fit to give For when my course was run For faithful service done. In Him alone I put my trust, Quite sure that He who sav'd me, must Know what is good for me; That He, in life and death would keep, To immortality. X. TAUGHT by the power of grace divine, Nor did I chide their rapid flight To Thee I lived, while life was given, Thine ever shall remain. H. I LIV'D as long as I desir'd to live ; ERRATUM. S. M. Page 31-23rd line from the bottom for murmurs read mummeries. |