BURDEN-BEARING
It is only another burden to lay rejoicing down
When we change earth's weary crosses for Heaven's unfading crown,
Is it worth the while to murmur, to worry, fret or frown?
When we change earth's weary crosses for Heaven's unfading crown,
Is it worth the while to murmur, to worry, fret or frown?
O for a cheerful spirit when the way is void of cheer!
O for a hope to anchor amid life's deep of fear!
O for a trust that waiteth 'till all things are made clear!
O for a hope to anchor amid life's deep of fear!
O for a trust that waiteth 'till all things are made clear!
I will take up my heavy burden and carry it all to Thee,
Thou who alone canst help me to bear it rejoicingly,
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
"As our conflicts, so our conquests," is the motto of the brave
That the hand of Time's engraver doth indelibly engrave
In the solid stones of striving that the path of progress pave.
Thou who alone canst help me to bear it rejoicingly,
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
"As our conflicts, so our conquests," is the motto of the brave
That the hand of Time's engraver doth indelibly engrave
In the solid stones of striving that the path of progress pave.
ALICE
To the white stone that 'neath its lily crest
Bears thy sweet name in silent marble cut,
I come, dear sister, now a transient guest,
To the dim portals that forever shut
Your face from sight, your hand from Love's warm hold,
Your gentle voice that mist-like hovers near;
O Earth, guard well our treasure, more than gold
Is the fair jewel that thou keepest here!
Love for her lost comes here with no vague quest,
But only waits the waking from thy rest.
Lighter her hands grasped Earth's decaying things,
While stronger grew her Soul's immortal wings;
O Grave, thou holdest but the mortal dust
Of her we loved, whom we shall ever love,
Safe in the beauty of her living trust!
Bears thy sweet name in silent marble cut,
I come, dear sister, now a transient guest,
To the dim portals that forever shut
Your face from sight, your hand from Love's warm hold,
Your gentle voice that mist-like hovers near;
O Earth, guard well our treasure, more than gold
Is the fair jewel that thou keepest here!
Love for her lost comes here with no vague quest,
But only waits the waking from thy rest.
Lighter her hands grasped Earth's decaying things,
While stronger grew her Soul's immortal wings;
O Grave, thou holdest but the mortal dust
Of her we loved, whom we shall ever love,
Safe in the beauty of her living trust!
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