And while our farewell tears we pour Nor dwell in heaven alone, my soul! How sweet, while, waning faft away, The golden dawn above, my soul! In ever-living love, my soul! The hour, the hour, so pure and calm, Of fears, and grief, and time, my soul! TIME AND ETERNITY. T is not time that flies; IT is 'Tis we, 't is we are flying: It is not Life that dies; 'Tis we, 't is we are dying. Time and eternity are one; Time is eternity begun : Life changes, yet without decay; 'Tis we alone who pass away. It is not Truth that flies; 'T is we, 't is we are flying: It is not Faith that dies; 'Tis we, 't is we are dying. O ever-during faith and truth, Whose youth is age, whose age is youth! Twin stars of immortality, Ye cannot perish from our sky. It is not Hope that flies; 'Tis we, 't is we are flying: It is not Love that dies; 'Tis we, 't is we are dying. Twin ftreams, that have in heaven your birth, Ye flide in gentle joy through earth. We fade, like flowers befide you sown; Yet we but die to live; It is from death we 're flying: For us there is no dying. H. Bonar. 1856. ON THE THRESHOLD. 'M returning, not departing; I'M My fteps are homeward bound. I quit the land of strangers I am rifing, and not setting;. All is well with me forever, My tide is but beginning I am leaving only fhadows, I would not, though I could. This is not death's dark portal, I am going to the angels, Why grieve me with your weeping, An hour's farewell, beloved, And we shall meet again. Jesus, thou wilt receive me, Is thine own smile of love. H. Bonar. 1856. THE DEAD. THO HOU God of Love! beneath thy fheltering wings To reft in hope! From this world's sufferings O, when our souls are burdened with the weight Let us remember them, and calmly wait For our life's close! F RIEND after friend departs; Who hath not loft a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, Anon. |