CONSOLATION.
With silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come
Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb!
To my Friend on the Death of his Sister.
J.G. WHITTIER.
And, as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may upon the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
The Christian Year. The First Sunday in Advent.
J. KEBLE.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again.
Endymion. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Love is indestructible:
Its holy flame forever burneth:
From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth;
* * * * *
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Curse of Kehama, Canto X. R. SOUTHEY.