Then the mother thought of other days: Two stalwart boys from her riven, How they knelt at her side and lisping prayed "Our Father which art in Heaven;" How one wore the "gray," and one wore the "blue, How they passed away from sight, And had gone to a land where "gray" and "blue" Are merged in colors of light. And she answered her darling with golden hair, While her heart was sadly wrung, With the thoughts awakened in that sad hour, By that busy prattling tongue; "The blue and the gray are the colors of God; They are seen in the sky at even, And many a noble, gallant soul Has found them passports to Heaven." ANONYMOUS. IF Lines placed upon Huxley's tomb at his request. Written by his wife. AND if there be no meeting for the grave, If all is darkness, silence, yet 't is rest. Be not afraid, ye waiting hearts that weep, For God still giveth His beloved sleep: And if an endless sleep He wills, so best. KISMET WE call our sorrows Destiny. Destiny, is but the breath of God. T. R. L I LIVE FOR THOSE WHO LOVE ME. I LIVE for those who love me, For those who love me true; For the Heaven that smiles above me For the cause that lacks assistance, And the good that I can do. |