70 LOVE BEYOND THE GRAVE. 



agency of the angel whom we have given back to Heaven, and 

 who is now permitted to watch over those that garner up a 

 tender and unidolizing affection for the good and the true 1 



Yet do we miss thee, sweet one ; and there are kindly and 

 gentle hearts to sympathise with our grief. It was a nature, 

 worthy to mate with thine own, which breathed out its sweet 

 moanings over thy grave, when time had brought the day once 

 so welcomed and so hallowed, — the day which first ushered 

 thee into a world made brighter by thy brief, bright life. 

 Kindly, and gentle, and full of sweet thoughts was the soul 

 which poured forth this wail over the birthday of the loved and 

 lost. 



" She sleeps — she sleeps, but oh ! she hath been won 



To a green pillow that ye cannot share, 



She hath gone down to that green rest alone, 



And Death, the mighty one, hath laid her there ; 



Meekly she rose his summons to obey, 



And while he clothed her with celestial light, 



Cherished and cherishing she passed away, 



And softly bade your loving hearts ' Good Night.' 



And now ye can but weep and bow the head 



To meet the birthday of the early Dead ! 



" She sleeps — she sleeps — and where she lieth low 

 The stars of Heaven their quiet watch may keep ; 

 Th' immortal yew may stand, the willow bough, 

 Perpetual mourner, for your sakes may weep, 

 There the wild bee may hum its lullaby, 

 The night-bird join the music of the river, 



