When the pure soul is
from the body flown,
No more shall night's
alternate reign be known;
The sun no more shall
rolling light bestow,
But from th' Almights
streams of glory flow.
Oh, may some nobler
thought my soul employ
Than empty, transient,
sublunary joy!
The stars shall drop,
the sun shall lose his flame,
But Thou, O, God! for
ever shine the same.
John Gray.
It is not death at
all; it is life. Some one said to a person dying:
"Well, you are
in the land of the living yet." "No," said he, "I am
in the land of the
dying yet, but I am going to the land of the living;
they live there and
never die." This is the land of sin and death and
tears, but up yonder
they never die. It is perpetual life; it is unceasing.
D. L. Moody.
"When life's
close knot, by writ from Destiny,
Disease shall cut, or
age untie;
When, after some
delays--some dying strife--
The soul stands
shiv'ring on the ridge of life;
With what a dreadful
curiosity
Doth she launch out
into the sea of vast eternity."
John Norris, 1690.
" 'Tis
immortality,--'tis that alone,
Amidst life's pains,
abasements, emptiness,
The soul can comfort,
elevate, and fill."
Young
"Ah, yes! the
hour has come
When thou must hasten
home
Pure soul, to Him who
calls;
The God who gave the
breath
Walks by the side of
death,
And naught that step
appals."
Landor.
This illustrious
Englishman wrote to his wife from the tower of London, just before his
execution. "Time and death call me away. The everlasting God, powerful,
infinate, and inscrutable God Almighty, who is goodness itself, the true light
and life, keep you and yours, and have mercy on me, and forgive my persecutors
and false accusers, and send us to meet in his glorious kingdom! My dear wife,
farewell! bless my boy; pray for me; and may my true God hold you both in his
arms! "Yours that was, but not now mine own."
Walter Raleigh.
"His spirit,
with a bound,
Burst its encumb'ring
clay;
His tent, at sunrise,
on the ground,
A blaken'd ruin
lay."
Montgomery.
"An angel's arm
can't snatch me from the grave.
Legions of angels
can't confine me there!"
Young.
"Why should we
dwell on that which lies beneath,
When living light
hath touch'd the brow of death?
Hemans.
"The eternal
flow of things,
Like a bright river
of the fields of heaven,
Shall journey onward
in eternal peace."
Bryant.
John, is but gone an
hour or two sooner to bed, as children are used to do, and we are undressing to
follow. And the more we put off the love of the present world, and all things
superfluous beforehand, we shall have the less to do when we lie down.
Archbishop Leighton.
Babes thither caught
from womb and breast,
Claim right to sing
above the rest;
Because they found
the happy shore,
They neither saw nor
sought before.
Erskine.
"Death is an
equal doom
To good and bad, the
common inn of rest;
But after death the
trial is to come,
When best shall be to
them who lived best."
Spenser.
"If yonder stars
be fill'd with forms of breathing clay like ours,
Perchance the space
which spreads between is for a spirit's powers."
Longfellow.
"These birds of
paradise but long to flee
Back to their native
mansion."
Prophecy of Dante.
"We miss them
when the board is spread,
We miss them when the
prayer is said;
Upon our dreams their
dying eyes
In still and mournful
fondness lies.
Newman.
May he find a
Savior's breast
That when life's
weary journey's o'er,
He may--to wake in
sin no more--
Sleep there,
Free from care,
As on his mother's
breast.
John S.
B. Monsell.
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