One stands apart, With breaking heart, From all the rest; His grief appears Too great for tears,— To weep were best. “She sleeps,” they said Around her head The sunbeams play; When all are gone One lingers long Who wills to stay. He calls her name And loves the same As when in life; With paling cheek He bids her speak,— His promised wife. Alone are they; What can he say That she may hear? He takes her hand,— She’ll understand When he is near. He sees the smile And waits awhile With bated breath; But lips speak not Her loving thought, Whose seal is death. Around her face, In girlish grace, Falls silken hair; Her dear eyes close Yet well he knows The soul light there. His own is she; On bended knee Once more he prays:— “Dear Father give, While I shall live, Strength for my days; Help me to be As pure as she; And then at last Unite us two In Heaven, with You, When life is past.” AFFLUENCE. If you want both fame and money You will do just as you can; If you do not care for either You can do just as you will; And, among the moving masses, He will be the wisest man Who adopts these words of counsel That shall help him up life’s hill. If you wish to be to-morrow What you cannot be to-day, You must make the most of moments While to-day is passing by; If you would do in the future What you really wish and pray, Do at present what you can do And be happy while you try. Should you lose both fame and money You will prosper all the more,— For you’ll have an education That shall loose you from your chains And enable you to master What you could not learn before,— How to utilize resources And rely upon your brains. CHRIST DIVINE. Never can I forget Thee, Christ divine, Never grow weary of this love of Thine, Never deny Thee, from Thee turn away, Nor cease to love Thee every passing day. When storms of life are threatening very near, Thy voice, dear Saviour, let me ever hear; And when my sky is very clear and bright Be Thou my sun, my never-failing light. While I shall live, be Thou a life for me, And when I die, my resurrection be. When I shall enter Heavenly mansions fair, Be Thou the first to meet and greet me there. While, thro’ the endless years of which I dream, I touch the golden harp, be Thou my theme, On earth, in Heaven, forevermore be mine,— My first, my last, my only Christ divine. IN AFTER YEARS. Out in the grassy meadow, As the light begins to fade, To-day I sit in shadow, Where in childhood hours I played.