MINISTERING ANGELS.
TIME and Patience! These are Angels
By our Heavenly Father sent;
Whispering to our restless spirits,
"Cease to murmur--be content;
God, who is thy truest friend,
Doth our aid in trials send.
When thy weary spirit faileth,
'Neath the weary cross it bears,
God is not unmindful of thee--
He is listening to thy prayers;
From His children's tearful pleading
He will _never_ turn unheeding!"
Heart of mine! Trust thou these Angels;
Lean on Patience, and be calm;
Trust in Time, who is preparing
For thy grief a spirit-balm;
God is merciful, and He
Gave them charge concerning thee.
OURS, LOVED, AND "GONE BEFORE."
The light of her young life went out,
As sinks behind the hill
The glory of a setting star;
Clear, suddenly, and still.
--WHITTIER.
YOU ask me to tell you of her, the sweet friend we have loved and
lost. You impose on me a difficult task; I find it so harrowing to
my feelings, and I also find that my pen is inadequate to the
tribute my heart would pay.
I would that the privilege of knowing and loving her had been yours,
for to know her was to love her.
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