Poems (Edwards)/To the Memory of a Young Christian
TO THE MEMORYOF A YOUNG CHRISTIAN.
"Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb
In life's early morning has hid from our eyes,
Ere sin threw a veil o'er the spirit's young bloom,
Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies."
[Moore.
In life's early morning has hid from our eyes,
Ere sin threw a veil o'er the spirit's young bloom,
Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies."
[Moore.
Mourn not for her, she is at rest,
Far, far beyond the starry skies,
Where gathering clouds no longer dim
The sunlight of her beauteous eyes;
There with the glorious, blood-washed band,
She dwells in love and union sweet,
Where comes no more the sad farewell,
Nor mournful sound of parting feet.
Far, far beyond the starry skies,
Where gathering clouds no longer dim
The sunlight of her beauteous eyes;
There with the glorious, blood-washed band,
She dwells in love and union sweet,
Where comes no more the sad farewell,
Nor mournful sound of parting feet.
The bloom of health was on her cheek,
The light of hope illum'd her eye,
She looked like one too pure to live,
Too bright and beautiful to die;
But the relentless spoiler came,
And touched her with his blighting hand,
And like a bird, from prison free,
She passed into the spirit land.
The light of hope illum'd her eye,
She looked like one too pure to live,
Too bright and beautiful to die;
But the relentless spoiler came,
And touched her with his blighting hand,
And like a bird, from prison free,
She passed into the spirit land.
Mourn not for her, she was too pure,
Too frail for this bleak world of ours;
And God has kindly called her up,
To bloom amid celestial bowers;
Soft as the breeze that Summer brings,
The death-spirit o'er her bosom stole;
And gently as the morning dew,
Arose to Heaven her ransomed soul.
Too frail for this bleak world of ours;
And God has kindly called her up,
To bloom amid celestial bowers;
Soft as the breeze that Summer brings,
The death-spirit o'er her bosom stole;
And gently as the morning dew,
Arose to Heaven her ransomed soul.
There with the saints in glory crowned,
Before her Father's throne she stands,
With songs of glory on her lips,
And palms of victory in her hands;
True, she was lovely in this life,
But she is lovelier, fairer now,
Since God has wiped her tears away,
And set his seal upon her brow.
Before her Father's throne she stands,
With songs of glory on her lips,
And palms of victory in her hands;
True, she was lovely in this life,
But she is lovelier, fairer now,
Since God has wiped her tears away,
And set his seal upon her brow.
Sweet spirit! Dost thou ever bend,
From thine eternity above,
Mo guard thy lov'd ones lingering here,
And gild their pathway with thy love?
Be thou a beacon light, to guide
Their barks across life's surging sea,
A bright and beauteous star, whose beams
Shall light them to eternity.
From thine eternity above,
Mo guard thy lov'd ones lingering here,
And gild their pathway with thy love?
Be thou a beacon light, to guide
Their barks across life's surging sea,
A bright and beauteous star, whose beams
Shall light them to eternity.
Ye stricken ones! Forget your grief,
Your lovely child has fled to Heaven,
Where parting words are heard no more,
And love's bright link is never riven;
She is a flower in Paradise,
A jewel on her Saviour's brow,
Your loss is her eternal gain,
Weep not, she is an Angel now.
Your lovely child has fled to Heaven,
Where parting words are heard no more,
And love's bright link is never riven;
She is a flower in Paradise,
A jewel on her Saviour's brow,
Your loss is her eternal gain,
Weep not, she is an Angel now.