Taking of Sorrow's heart a desert sweet, DO THEY LOVE IN HEAVEN? MRS. S. C. E. MAYO. "Do they love in heaven?" the maiden asked; She sat at her pastor's feet, A girl who oft in the sun had basked, Till her cheek grew brown with heat. "Do they love in heaven? I would not be An angel that could not love: O, dearer the crown of mortality, Than any they wear above; Unless the heart is a changeless thing, "The heart is not a changeless thing, Wouldst carry thither the weight of sin That burdens thee where thou art? O, maiden, repeat that thought again, A changeless heart! what a dreary thought To the spirit that burdened lies, "Then they do not love in that brighter land, O, father, why tell me that I must go To a loveless home on high? Far sweeter with those that I love below, In the cold, dark grave to lie! The roses will sleep, and the birds will sing, And my lambs will gayly rove; And I shall be-not a desolate thing, Immortal, with none to love!" "Hush, hush! young maiden ;-with none to love? O, cheerless indeed would be A home below or a home above, Where our love could not be free! And free as a bird that heart will range To find enough of the thousands there, Yet ever and ever, as ages wear, 16* THE POWER OF KINDNESS. ANONYMOUS. How softly on the bruised heart LITTLE GIFTS. TALFOURD. "Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught About the honoured death-bed of the rich, To him who else were lonely, that another Of the great family is near and feels. THE ERRING. MISS FLETCHER. Think gently of the Erring! Ye may not know how earnestly Think gently of the Erring! Speak gently to the Erring! That innocence and peace are gone, That sin-crushed heart to bear- Speak kindly to the Erring! Thou yet may'st lead them back Deal gently with the erring one, CHARITY IN THE MILLENNIUM. SINGING OF HER MISSION AND VICTORY. DAY K. LEE. On errands far and speedy I went the kingdoms o'er, Are blest in soul and store. On hearts grown hard with slaughter On prayers for heavenly union And iu one wide communion Hail day, all blest, all-glorious! With you I rise victorious, With you my triumphs close! |