“Against to-morrow’s daylight,

O God, my soul prepare.”

THE FONT, THE ALTAR, AND THE TOMB.

The font, the altar, and the tomb,—

And but a step between!

A pulse, a breath, ’twixt birth and death—

And ends life’s sombre scene.

The font, the altar, and the tomb!

How swift through mirth and moan,

The silent shuttles of life’s loom,