FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 159 



We look again, and not a speck floats 

 upon the surface of the waters. The call 

 has gone forth, &quot;and the spirit shall return 

 unto God who gave it.&quot; We cannot quite 

 realize it at first ; we cannot understand it 

 at all : wait a little ; by and by we shall 

 stand under it. The sad days of the past 

 will grow dim in our memory ; the dear, 

 rich, happy days will come back once more 

 to stay with us forever. 



And as the years go by, and we gradu 

 ally learn that there is only one thing for 

 us to do, to shower richer blessings around 

 us, our own that would have been for 

 him, and his, for whom we have become 

 trustees, and whose trust we must fulfil to 

 others, then is the load adjusted, and we 

 begin to understand. 



And ever before us go the spirits that 

 have left us, those 



we have loved long since, and lost awhile ; 



and when the long day wanes, and we feel 

 aweary, the sounds of the present may at 

 tract us less, and in the future we may seem 

 to see something of the past, and coupled 

 with it that which we so much have longed 

 for, peace. 



JUNE 19, 1894. 



