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385.

He is possessing a heavenly day without night, and life without death. He has exchanged sorrow for joy; a fading cross for an unfading crown.

386.

Thine earthly harp is all unstrung,
But heavenly strains are flowing;
Thy spirit, late with shadows hung,
In heaven's own light is glowing.

387.

To hope but little from this world
Will save thee many a sigh:
None ever found unmingled bliss
In aught beneath the sky.

388.

'Tis thine awhile in sleep to lie,
Thy winding-sheet around thy breast,

Till angels bear thee to the sky,

And welcome thee among the bless'd.

With reverence deep the pilgrim bends
O'er mouldering bones at Mecca's shrine;

More fervent and sincere the friends

Who pour their sorrows over thine.

389.

In Death's cold chains they laid me, closely bound
In this lone corner of the churchyard ground.
It matters little where my body lies;

My soul, I trust, is safe in yonder skies.

390.

Reader, to depend on thine own merits for salvation may sink thee to perdition; to depend on Christ for salvation will raise thee to the highest heaven.

391.

If friend or foe, thy comments now refrain;
Thy smiles I court not, and thy frowns are vain :
Thy praise, or thy reproach, too late is given;
My body sleeps; my spirit rests in heaven.

392.

O Thou, whose mercy roves abroad,
Whose grace is unconfin'd,

Still guard with thy protecting hand
The babes I leave behind.

Engraven deeply on their hearts

Let thy commandment be,

That there may live within their breast
None other God but thee.

393.

If the memorial of high endowments and humility of mind be grateful; if the record of good actions proceeding from proper motives be a profitable page for humanity to read; then this stone should be imperishable.

394.

Whoso enters at this door,
Reader, he must needs be poor:
Did for him the Saviour bleed?
Reader, he is rich indeed.

395.

He proudly thought that there was no hereafter; and to put an end to the troubles of time, he rashly plunged into the gulph of eternity.

396.

What, though to wintry winds the power be given
To blast awhile the blossom-bearing tree!
Beneath the milder breath of genial heaven,
Its budding glories once again shall be.

And though the spirit, fled to purer skies,
Has left the body crumbling 'neath the sod,
Once more inspir'd, this mouldering dust shall rise,
And spring exultingly to meet its God.

397.

Pilgrim to another world, remember, in the darkest dispensations of Providence, that "what we know not now we shall know hereafter."

398.

He came a pilgrim; with a smile
He rested on his way,

And sojourn'd here on earth awhile,
But could no longer stay.

He knew that Christ to heaven was gone;
And, though he lov'd mankind,
He took his staff and travell'd on,
That better world to find.

399.

He died in sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection, through Christ his Saviour. O that every tombstone recorded the heavenly hopes of the dead, rather than the earthly vanities of the living!

400

If it be unseemly to approach the grave of another with unconcern, how awful to draw near thine

own with thoughtlessness and folly!

401.

Alas! there's a time for the tenant of earth;

And short are his pleasures, and brief is his breath:

A season of sorrow announces his birth,

And the voice of complaining is heard in his death.

Ere long, and the dream of thy life will have fled; Its mingled delights and vexations be o'er:

The

grave will exultingly close o'er the dead, And the eye that now sees thee shall see thee

no more.

402.

There's nothing seen by human eyes,

No thought to mortals lent,

That can enable us to grasp

Eternity's extent.

Whether it prove a joy or grief,

Depends on where we go:
How bless'd, if pass'd in happiness!
How dreadful, spent in woe!

403.

She was made willing by affliction to leave earth for heaven, and anxious to exchange the society of mortals for the presence of God.

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