Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Time is eternity begun.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.