The robin, hark! is here again, To woo the wondrous child; But all in vain his ardent strain,-- Death may not be beguiled. Sleep, Baby, sleep; we will not weep, Nor moan or murmur make; But O! how deep the dreamless sleep! Would God she might awake. Asleep? awake! the Shepherd takes His little lamb above; And where she wakes the morning breaks In everlasting love. * * * * * But I cannot feel that she is gone So far, so far away; For her little heart close to my own Keeps beating day by day. WHERE THERE IS NO MORE PAIN. The sharpest pang, the tenderest tear, Not yet are known to thee, Unless thy heart has learned how dear A little grave can be. A little grave--but O, how wide The room it left for grief! A grief which, like the ebbing tide, Returns without relief. Dear child! by death made doubly dear, God grant it may not be That thou in heaven should’st ever hear How much we mourn for thee. One after one the seasons wane,-- Our loss, it grows not less; Time’s balm is vain to heal the pain Of such a loneliness. O little grave, that darkened so The path by Sorrow trod, Sometimes the sunset’s golden glow Rests on thy daisied sod;-- And then we feel that God is good, And we take heart again, Assured ’twill all be understood Where there is no more pain. Where there is no more pain--’tis there, ’Tis there we long to be; O Thou, who didst our sorrows bear, Bring us to dwell with thee! Where there is no more pain--how blest Love’s kingdom, fadeless, fair! That blissful rest naught shall molest,-- _Death cannot enter there_. AMONG THE LILIES. Among the lilies she lies asleep, Our Easter lily, so fair and sweet,-- A flower too fair and frail to keep Where love with sorrow and pain must meet. Among the lilies in Paradise (O sweeter than Eden, God’s garden above!) Stands a little child,--and the same dear eyes Look up into ours with immortal love. Among the lilies! Lord, grant that we With the pure in heart thy face may see, And find with our loved and our lost a home Where pain and sorrow can never come. FORGOTTEN? By ties as tender as our tears Our hearts still hold to thee;-- Dear child! death cannot blight the years Of immortality. “IN THE BEGINNING, GOD.” * * * * * “In Him we live, and move, and have our being.” * * * * * OUR FATHER. ADORATION.