THE TRIBUNE.

LINES. For The Tribune.
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LINES......For The Tribune.


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VIZ mourn when full Of years, some cherished friend
Ia The las, sleep lays down his weary head;
Yet no rep;nings with our sorrows blend,
And tears, no, all of grief embalm the dead.
Bu, when the beautiful and young go down,
By stroke untnely. to the darksome tomb
When broken Lies fresh wreath-Love's Howery


crown. gloom
And Youths brigh, years o'ercast with sudden
Oh, then such anguish fills the wounded breast,
As those who know would rather die than feel
A bitter, bitter woe. tina! finds no rest


grief no tender sympathy can heal!
And yet we call this earth vale of tears
And this f,ail form prison-house OF clay
And we lament that with oar passing years
Part Of the souls best life is borne away
Are they not happiest far in whom no blight
Hath checked or chilled the radiance of the fame
Are thew no: deeply blest whose spirits light
Returns TO Heaven unsullied as it came
,chev are but we, beneath the chastener's hand
Mast weep, of all our dearest joys bereft;
While Faith points smiling TO the Better Land,
We mourn, in silence and in darkness left
We mourn, WnHe serdPn songs w "CieoHic noe
We weep, while rapture fills the courts above:
Yea, though we almost see the opening skies
And alrno.: hear angelic hymns of love
Weep. stricken ones for she, the early los
A priceless treasure, to your love was given;
Bu, Oh, resigned and patient be your trust
And naurmur not that she is called to Heaven
The Father Summons home with love untold
The child His everlasting care hath blessed
His lamb the Saviour gathers to His fold,
And bids you follow her to endless rest