THE MONITOR FRIEND IN HEAVEN. WE had dearly loved each other Through the pleasant days of youth, As a brother loveth brother, With a warm, confiding truth. We had gone on with joy unbroken, Life was stretching bright before us, Many plans were ours of pleasure, THE MONITOR FRIEND IN HEAVEN. 49 Those days have come, for swift time fliethThe crops are reaped which Hope hath sown; A dark way before me lieth, For I'm journeying all alone. Where is he who with me started? Once, I saw him glad and joyous, In laughing tones we then talked o'er Next, I saw him pale and gasping, Next, there came a voice of wailing- Sand into the new grave falling, Then I wept with heavy sorrow; Poor and vain was then my knowledge And the wants of human life. The days have come when I am weariedWhen companionship I crave; Now I feel how much I buried In that cold and yellow grave. Divided joys and shared pleasures, Kind words of counsel, chastened mirth, All are lying, buried treasures, Lost to me, beneath the earth. Yet my spirit hath communion With the habitant of heaven Angel visits, dim re-union, To a longing heart are given. THE MONITOR FRIEND IN HEAVEN. Art thou looking from the mansion, Lost one! God hath given thee, With a sweet, approving sanction, On these little lines and me? I am weak; thou art made stronger; In this world of care and pain. Life's temptations are upon me; Death with hastening step draws nigh: Look not, friend, in anger on me, With thy pure and unfilmed eye. Though, by and by, I hope to meet thee, By and by I hope to greet thee, Freed from gross and sensual chains. Thou well knowest life is irksome; And thou knowest sad and darksome Are the days, that dawn below. 51 Bear with me, friend! though I should heed not Whispered tones that half upbraid; Be not angry, though I wander In the paths my sin has made. Midst despondency and sorrow, Standing here, by thy white tomb-stone, |