SHE HATH GONE

by Emma

She hath gone, in her youthful gladness,

To mingle with the dead.

She hath left us to mourn in sadness,

The spirit early fled!

Life with her was a joyous dream--

But strangely it hath past!

Like the crimson dye of a sunset beam,

'Twas bright, but could not last.

Lingering around her like a spell,

Was beauty strange and deep;

But the full-toned voice of the Tolling bell

Hath taught us how to weep!

Yet while we weep, a whispered tone

Is borne on the breath of even--

It bids us be glad, for the loved on hath gone

To welcome us to heaven!

Then mourn not the sprirts early fled,

For theirs is a happy lot.

I had rather be the remembered dead,

Than live by all forgot!

SAFELY HOME

Priests of the Sacred Heart

Sacred Heart Monastery

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;

Oh, so happy and so bright!

there is perfect joy and beauty

In the everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,

Every restless tossing passed;

I am now at peace forever,

Safely home in heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly

Trod the valley of the shade?

Oh! But Jesus' love illumined

Every dark and fearful glade.

And He came Himself to meet me

In that way so hard to tread;

And with Jesus arm to lean on,

Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,

For I love you dearly still:

Try to look beyond earth's shadows,

Pray to trust our Father's Will.

There is work still waiting for you,

So you must not idly stand;

Do it now, while life remaineth--

You shall rest in Jesus' land.

When that work is all completed,

He will gently call you Home;

Oh, the rapture of that meeting,

Oh, the joy to see you come!