RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION

THE EASTER FLOWER

WE buried underneath the snow, one day
In early winter, the beloved clay

Of one our hearts had learned to love.
We wiped away our tears, and looked above
To Him whose life and death assure

The deathless life of all the good and pure.

To-day I visited the "City of the Dead,”
The spring-time sun was warming overhead;
And just beside the little grassy mound
There peeped a bud, half-opened, from the
ground.

To-morrow it will bloom, and we shall see
God's living pledge of Immortality.

Charles C. Albertson.

THE VISION OF FAITH

SHALL man, O God of light and life,
Forever moulder in the grave?

Canst Thou forget Thy glorious work,
Thy promise, and Thy power to save?

In those dark, silent realms of night,
Shall peace and hope no more arise?
No future morning light the tomb,

Nor day-star gild the darksome skies?

Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears:
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness

sprang,

Death, the last foe, was captive led,

And heaven with praise and wonder rang.

Faith sees the bright, eternal doors
Unfold, to make His children way;
They shall be clothed with endless life,

And shine in everlasting day.

Timothy Dwight.

THROUGH DEATH TO LIFE

THROUGH Sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom,

We, followers of our suffering Lord,

Are marching to the tomb.

There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.

Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,
The storms of earth shall beat.

Yet not thus buried, or extinct,
The vital spark shall lie;

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.