’Till grave posterity, with wiser aim,
Unwreathes the victor’s brow, alive or dead,
And gives the laurel crown to modest worth instead.
M. S. B. D.
THE PARTED FAMILY.
“Wait on the Lord, be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thy heart; wait, I say, on the Lord.” Psalm xxvii. 14.
Toll not for every joy a parting knell!
Say not to every smile, a last farewell!
O ye, who mourn in sorrow’s darkest night,
Wait on the Lord. He dwells enthron’d in light!