the God of love. The mutual love of souls is eternal, like the souls themselves; eternal, like God and His love. For He "is not the God of the dead, but of the living."

ZSCHOKKE

"THE loved and lost!" why do we call them lost, Because we miss them from our onward road? God's unseen angel o'er our pathway crossed, Looked on us all, and loving them the most, Straightway relieved them from life's weary load.

They are not lost; they are within the door

That shuts out loss, and every hurtful thing, With angels bright, and loved ones gone before, In their Redeemer's presence evermore,

And God himself, their Lord and Judge and King.

And call we this a loss? Death makes no breach
In love and sympathy, in hope and trust;
No outward sign or sound our ears can reach,
But there's an inward, spiritual speech,

That greets us still, though mortal tongues be dust.

It bids us do the work that they laid down,

Take up the song where they broke off the strain, So journeying till we reach the heavenly town, Where are laid up our treasures and our crown, And our lost loved ones will be found again.

LYRA COELESTIS.

HAST thou not glimpses, in the twilight here,
Of mountains where immortal morn prevails?
Comes there not, through the silence, to thine ear
A gentle rustling of the morning gales,
A murmur wafted from that glorious shore,
Of streams that water banks forever fair,
And voices of the loved ones gone before,
More musical in that celestial air?

W. C. BRYANT,

EARTH is our little island-home,

And heaven the neighboring continent Whence winds to every inlet come

With balmiest scent:

And tenderest whispers thence we hear From those who lately sailed across. They love us still! Since heaven is near,

Death is not loss.

From mountain-slopes of breeze and balm What melodies arrest the oar,

What memories ripple through the calm!We'll keep near shore.

Dear friend, we will not drift too far
'Mid billows, fogs, and blinding foam,
To see Christ's beacon-light, — the star

That guides us home!

THE GLORY BEYOND.

"That coming light no mortal cloud
Can quite enshroud.

Through all our doubts, above the range
Of every fear, and every change,

My faith can see, with longing eye,

The dawn of heaven on earth's dim sky

And from afar

Shines on my soul the morning star."

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BEYOND the hills where suns go down,

And brightly beckon as they go,

I see the land of fair renown,

The land which I so soon shall know.

Above the dissonance of time,
And discord of its angry words,
I hear the everlasting chime,
The music of unjarring chords.

O song of light, and dawn, and bliss,
Sound over earth and fill these skies,
Nor ever, ever, ever cease

Thy soul-entrancing melodies!

Glad song of this disburdened earth,
Which holy voices then shall sing;
Praise for creation's second birth,
And glory to creation's King!

BONAR.