WHY MUST MAN DIE? WHY must man die? It is not just No longer with vain doubts contend, In Him who dwells above all height. Sublime, star-filled, it springs above; Joy, my soul! thou canst not die! Thou hast a God-and God is love. The sun that sinks in western skies WHY MUST MAN DIE? The while, elsewhere, to other eyes; Man shall not die! Thought shall not die! John S. Van Cleve. LIFE OUT OF DEATH LIFE out of death is heaven's unwritten law; The victor's palm grows on the fields of war, storms. Come, then, my soul, be brave to do and bear; Thy life is bruised that it may be more sweet; The cross will soon be left, the crown we'll wear, Nay, we will cast it at the Master's feet. And up among the glories never told, Sweeter than music of the marriage-bell, Our hands will strike the vibrant harp of gold To the glad song, He doeth all things well. Henry Burton. SWEET IS THE THOUGHT SWEET is the thought that some day Some day the good, glad sun will rise Of billowed hill in ocean skies But it will greet my tired eyes Sweet is the thought that some night Some night the sorrowing stars will rise And peep From out the mother-skirt of nightly skies; But I shall weep Not back within their answering eyes, For I shall sleep. John Moore. |