And when this cup's last bitterness I

drain,

One thought shall still its primal sweetness keep,

Thou had'st the peace, and I the un

HERE AND THERE

WE sit beside the lower feast to-day,
She at the higher.

Our voices falter as we bend to pray.
In the great choir

Of happy saints she sings and does not tire.

We break the bread of patience and the wine

Of tears we share,

She tastes the vintage of that glorious Vine,

Whose branches fair,

Set for the healing of all nations are.

I wonder is she sorry for our pain,
Or if, grown wise,

She wondering smiles, and counts them idle, vain,

These heavy sighs,

These longings for her face and happy

eyes.

Smile on then darling. As God wills is best,

We loose our hold,

Content to leave thee to the deeper rest, The safer fold,

To joys, immortal youth while we grow old.

Content the cold and wintry day to share, The icy wave,

And know thee in eternal summer there, Beyond the grave,

Content to give thee to the Love that

gave.

ANONYMOUS.

PRAYER IN SLEEP

I SAW Our darling in my dreams
As patient, weak, and frail
As in those last sweet days before
She passed beyond the veil.

And with an anxious questioning
I thought of all the care,
The heavy burden of our life
God giveth us to bear.

How can her feebleness sustain

This last new stroke of grief? The storm she dreaded breaks at last, God send her some relief!

So fervently I prayed for her

That God would guard and keep Her dear heart from the touch of woe: It woke me from my sleep.

Then, I remembered she was gone;

I knew she was in Heaven
Beyond the shadow of the cloud
That o'er our sky had driven.

No anxious care need wake for her.
No grief, no fear, no prayer,
There is no trouble that can reach
Her gentle spirit there.

Thank God, who took her safely Home Before this sorrow fell!

It loses half its sting for us,

Since she is shielded well.

No wish that love can' frame for her, Nor hearts most full request,

But God hath granted to her peaceHeaven's peace: let love find rest.

ANONYMOUS.