THEY ARE GONE.
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II" :" ney are gone ~ lSpeQ q littlc Inllu,
the bright smile on her cheek for moment
dimmed by the shadow Of sorrow that rest
ed there.---ss They are gomez she sighed,
and ! fancied saw tear glistening for a
moment on the fringe Of her soft blue eyes.
Yes, they were gone! The flowers she
had watered and cherished with such care
were indeed gone. The early frost had
nipped them in all their glowing beauty,
and the heart Of the child was sad as she
gazed on the withered leaves that strewed
the ground. But the sorrows Of childhood
are brief soon the sunshine of gladness
chased the shadows from her brow and dried
the tear-drop. that fingered on her cheek.
"They are gone! !" said a maiden, and
the rose grew pale on her cheek, and the
light Of hope fled from her eye. The
friends loved and cherished are gone, even
one whom once thought could never
change, is cold and strange. Oh! is this
all i have lived for, this the sad awaken
ing from my dream Of bliss And the Au-
tumn winds signing through her easement
seemed to whisper, hey are gone But
the Spring came with birds and flowers,
and the rose again bloomed on the maiden's
cheek, and the light Of hope and love beam
ed in her eye. 'i ba E i


are gone!'' cried the stricken
mother, as she folded the little hands cold
as the chiseled marble on the bosom of her
child, and gazed with eyes fearless in her
despair on the pure, fair brow that death
had touched 50 lightly as not to marits glo-
rous beauty. " They are dead, and the
light has gone out in our dwelling, hence
forth, childless and in sorrow, we must
walk alone through the drear valley Of earth
with none to comfort us.'' And the pale
mourner bowed herself upon the bosom Of
her dead boy, and groaned in the anguish
Of her spirit. But soon other flowers sprang
up in their path, and while with trembling
joy the m other clasped her newly found
treasures, hope sang again in her heart, and
the voice Of sorrow was hushed. egai ali ae


"They are gone'' whispered trem-
bling mourner, as with hands palsied with
age, she covered the face Of the dead
They are gone, not one is left Of all l cher
ished, to close these dim eyes, and COM
pose these trembling limbs in death - and
the tears tri.kled down her furrowed cheek,
as with helpless means she bewailed her sad
fate. But voice from above spake, and
the mourner listened and was comforted.
Hope whispered Of a better inheritance
where the inhabitants shall never say, +"
am sick,," and Faith pointed with unerring
finger to that bright abode as the home Of
her loved and lost ones--when she should
drink with them Of the streams that 6 make
glad the city of God, and pluck the fruit of
the tree of life and eat and live forever.n


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