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293. BEREAVED. Comfort for the
296. BEREAVEMENT, Benefit of
Who weeps when love, a cradled babe, is born ?
Rather we bring frankincense, myrrh, and gold, While softest welcomes from our lips are rollid To meet the dawning fragrance of a morn Or checker'd being. Even while the thorn Keeps pace with rosy graces that unfold,
Do we with rapture cry, ‘Behold, behold,
As from the rose the shrivellid petals rain,
So blinded are we by our bitter pain
Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud,
207. BEREAVEMENT. God's purpose in
294. BEREAVED. Comfort for the
AFTER our child's untroubled breath
Up to the Father took its way,
Like a long, misty twilight, lay,
Her little spirit's swift remove, This story of the Alpine sheep
Was told to us by one we love :
DEAD!' are the tidings on this side;
Born !' is the joyful word they speak, Who press around with eager looks,
To welcome the dear ones that we seek.
Is the corn dead, that lies awhile
In summer sun and summer storm? Nay, rather it is gathering life
For larger use and lovelier form.
Oh, watch not with your tearful eyes
The green mounds where your darlings sleep; If you could pierce through death's disguise, Believe me, you would never weep.
Mrs M. F. Butts.
295. BEREAVED. Counsel for the
•They, in the valley's sheltering care,
Soon crop the meadow's tender prime, And, when the sod grows brown and bare,
The shepherd strives to make them climb "To airy shelves of pastures green
That hang along the mountain's side, Where grass and flowers together lean,
And down through mist the sunbeams slide. * But nought can tempt the timid things
That steep and rugged path to try, Though sweet the shepherd calls and sings,
And sear'd below the pastures lie,
Along the dizzy verge to go;
They follow on o'er rocks and snow; . And in those pastures lifted fair,
More dewy soft than lowland mead, The shepherd drops his tender care,
And sheep and lambs together feed.'
Blew on me as the south-wind free
From icy thraldom to the sea.
The voice which I did more esteem
Than music in her sweetest key, Those eyes which unto me did seem
More comfortable than the day, Those now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen; But what I once enjoy'd in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream.
All earthly comforts vanish thus ;
So little hold of them have we,
May in a moment ravish'd be.
A blissful vision through the night
Would all my happy senses sway,-Of the Good Shepherd on the height,
Or climbing up the stony way,
Holding our little lamb asleep ;
And like the burden of the sea Sounded that voice along the deep, Saying, “Arise, and follow me.'
We see but dimly through the mists and vapours;
Amid these earthly damps
May be heaven's distant lamps.
There is no Death! What seems so is transition :
This life of mortal breath,
Whose portal we call Death.
298. BEREAVEMENT. God's purpose in The faithful Alpine shepherd tends his flocks,
By night as well as day,
Lest from the fold should stray,
The lambs, that only live By care his loving hand alone can give. From field to field, where greenest turf is found,
Below the glacial snow
Where coolest waters flow,
He leads them gently on, To crop the herbage that his zeal has won. From cliff to cliff they scale the giddy height,
The watchful shepherd near,
And know no care or fear,
Content, if they can trace
The summit fail to dare,
The shepherd's tender care
O’ercomes their anxious dread; He takes the lambs, and thus the sheep are led. So when the Shepherd saw us weary grow,
And by the wayside faint,
And make our timorous plaint,
Quick, to His loving breast,
She is not dead—the child of our affection
But gone unto that school
And Christ Himself doth rule.
By guardian angels led,
She lives whom we call dead.
In those bright realms of air;
Behold her grown more fair.
The bond which nature gives,
Not as a child shall we again behold her ;
For when with raptures wild
She will not be a child :
But our great loss may prove eternal gain :
The stairs that heavenward go,
Are easier of ascent-
L. S. Upham. 299. BEREAVEMENT. Lessons of
But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,
Clothed with celestial grace ;
Shall we behold her face.
And anguish long suppressid, | The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,
That cannot be at rest,
We may not wholly stay;
The grief that must have way.-Longfellow.
THERE is no flock, however watch'd and tended,
But one dead lamb is there !
But has one vacant chair !
And mournings for the dead;
Will not be comforted !
Not from the ground arise,
Assume this dark disguise.
300. BEREAVEMENT. Parable of We clutch our joys as children do their flowers; We look at them, but scarce believe them ours, Till our hot palms have smirch'd their colours rare, And crush'd their dewy beauty unaware. But the wise Gardener, whose they were, comes by, At hours when we expect not, and with eye Mournful yet sweet, compassionate though stern, Takes them.
Then in a moment we discern Your grief may smite the sky; no echo shall reply! By loss, what was possession, and half-wild
Your stormy grief is vain ! With misery, cry out like an angry child :
To will what God doth will, is for us the only skill Oh, cruel! thus to snatch my posy fine !'
To cure this bitter pain.-From 'Exotics.'
302. BEREAVEMENT. Silent worship in Our fatal cherishing, our dangerous love;
| When some beloveds, 'neath whose eyelids lay At which we, chidden, a pale silence keep;
The sweet lights of my childhood, one by one Yet evermore must weep, and weep, and weep.
Did leave me dark before the natural sun, So on through gloomy ways and thorny brakes,
And I astonied fell, and could not pray; Quiet and slow, our shrinking feet He takes,
A thought within me to myself did say, Led by the soiled hand, which, laved in tears,
*Is God less God, that thou art mortal sad? More and more clean beneath His sight appears.
Rise, worship, bless Him, in this sackcloth clad, At length the heavy eyes with patience shine :
| As in that purple !' But I answer, nay ! *I am content. Thou took'st but what was Thine.'
What child his filial heart in words conveys, And when He us His beauteous garden shows,
If him for very good his father choose Where bountiful the Rose of Sharon grows;
To smite? What can he, but with sobbing breath Where in the breezes opening spice-buds swell,
Embrace the unwilling hand which chasteneth ? And the pomegranate yields a pleasant smell;
And my dear Father, thinking fit to bruise, While to and fro peace-sandall'd angels move
Discerns in silent tears both prayer and praise. In the pure air that they--not we-call Love :
E. B. Browning An air so rare and fine, our grosser breath Cannot inhale till purified by death.
303. BEREAVEMENT. Solace in And thus we, struck with longing joy, adore,
But God gives patience, Love learns strength, And satisfied, wait mute without the door,
And Faith remembers promise, Until the gracious Gardener maketh sign,
And Hope itself can smile at length 'Enter in peace. All this is mine—and thine.'
On other hopes gone from us.
Love, strong as Death, shall conquer Death, 301. BEREAVEMENT: should not inspire bit
Through struggle made more glorious ; ter grief.
This mother stills her sobbing breath,
Renouncing, yet victorious. SHALL the seasons bring no end to your sorrow, O my friend,
Arms, empty of her child, she lifts As you journey on your way?
With spirit unbereaven,And your bitterness of grief find no comfort, no relief,
"God will not all take back His gifts, But grow deeper day by day?
My Lily's mine in heaven!'-E. B. Browning.
Shall it thus confuse your mind, till no outlet you
304. BEREAVEMENT. Submission in can find From a labyrinth of woe;
I MURMUR not, Father, my will is with Thee : That your daughter sleeps in peace, where earthly! I knew at the first that my darling was Thine : trials cease,
| Hadst Thou taken him earlier, O Father! but see, And where we all must go ?
Thou hadst left him so long that I dream'd he was
mine.–Faber. If, in answer to your prayer, she had gone with snowy hair,
305. BEREAVEMENTS ; not to be forgotten. And bent with age, above, Would the angels come to meet her with welcome
They are poor
That have lost nothing; they are poorer far any sweeter Than their present tones of love?
Who, losing, have forgotten ; they most poor
Of all, who lose and wish they MIGHT forget.
There runs a thread of gold that glitters fair,
Where there are sombre colours.-Jean Ingelow.
306. BESETTING SIN. Power of
Thine, thine, this book, though given
In man's poor human speech, LORD, with what care hast Thou begirt us round !
Telling of things unseen, unheard,
Beyond all human reach.
Against this sea-swept rock
Ten thousand storms their will Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes,
Of foam and rage have wildly spent ;
It lifts its calm face still.
It standeth and will stand,
Without or change or age, Without, our shame ; within, our consciences;
The word of majesty and light,
The Church's heritage.—Bonar.
Yet all these fences and their whole array
310. BIBLE. Family
What household thoughts around thee, as their 307. BIBLE. Contents of the
Cling reverently !--Of anxious looks beguiled, If thou art merry, here are airs ;
My mother's eyes upon thy page divine If melancholy, here are prayers;
Were daily bent; her accents, gravely mild, If studious, here are those things writ
Breathed out thy love ;-whilst I, a dreamy child, Which may deserve thy ablest wit ;
On breeze-like fancies wander'd oft away, If hungry, here is food divine ;
To some lone tuft of gleaming spring-flowers wil, If thirsty, nectar, heavenly wine.
Some fresh-discover'd nook for woodland play,
Some secret nest; yet would the solemn word, Read, then ; but, first, thyself prepare
At times, with kindlings of young wonder heard, To read with zeal and mark with care ;
Fall on my waken'd spirit, there to be And when thou read'st what here is writ,
A seed not lost ; for which, in darker years, Let thy best practice second it :
| O Book of Heaven! I pour, with grateful tears, So twice each precept read shall be,
Heart blessings on the holy dead, and thee ! First in the book, and next in thee.
Mrs Hemans. Peter Heylyn. 308. BIBLE. Esteeming the
311. BIBLE. Inspiration of the This holy book I'd rather own
Whence, but from Heav'n, could men unskill'd in Than all the gold and gems
arts, That e'er in monarchs' coffers shone,
In several ages born, in several parts,
Weave such agreeing truths? or how, or why,
Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie?
Unask'd their pains, ungrateful their advice,
Starving their gain, and martyrdom their price.
If on the book itself we cast our view,
The doctrine, miracles; which must convince, 309. BIBLE. Excellence of the
For Heaven in them appeals to human sense : Thy thoughts are here, my God,
And though they prove not they confirm the cause, Express'd in words divine,
When what is taught agrees with nature's laws.
Therefore, the style majestic and divine,
It speaks no less than God in every line :
Commanding words; whose force is still the same From the celestial mines,
As the first fiat that produced our frame
All faiths beside, or did by arms ascend;
Or sense indulged has made mankind their friend :
This is indeed philosophy : this known,
Cowper. 314. BIBLE. Reading the
Within this ample volume lies
This only doctrine does our lusts oppose :
Dryden. 312. BIBLE. My Mother's
This book is all that's left me now,
Tears will unbidden start,-
I press it to my heart.
Here is our family tree;
She, dying, gave it me.
Whose names these records bear :
After the evening prayer,
In tones my heart would thrill !
Here are they living still !
To brothers, sisters dear;
Who loved God's word to hear !
What thronging memories come!
Within the halls of home!
Thy constancy I've tried ;
My counsellor and guide.
That could this volume buy;
It taught me how to die.-G. P. Morris.
315. BIBLE. Search the Yes, 'tis a mine of precious jewelry,
The Book of God; a well of streams divine !
But who would wish the riches of that mine To make his own ; his thirst to satisfy From that pure well ; must ear, eye, soul, apply;
On precept precept scan, and line on line ;
Search, ponder, sift, compare, divide, combine, For truths that oft beneath the surface lie. Yes; there are things which he who runs may read,
Nor few there are, which yield a harder part, To mark, discern, and know. With cautious heed,
'Tis God's command, survey thy safety's chart ; Lest arduous things, distorted, death-ward lead The mind unlearn'd, and the unstable heart.
316. BIGOTS: slaves to custom. The slaves of custom and establish'd mode, With pack-horse constancy we keep the road, Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells.-Cowper.
313. BIBLE. Philosophy of the The lamp of revelation only shows What human wisdom cannot but oppose, That man, in nature's richest mantle clad And graced with all philosophy can add, Though fair without, and luminous within, Is still the progeny and heir of sin. Thus taught, down falls the plumage of his pride, He feels the need of an unerring guide, And knows that, falling, he shall rise no more, Unless the power that bade him stand, restore.
317. BIGOTRY: cursed.