TOMB-STOE EPITAPH   .                              261
"Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,           "She was but as a smile,
And sweet the strains that angels pour.              Which glistens in a tear,
0! why should we in anguish weep?                    Seen but a little while,
They are not lost, but gone before."                 But, oh  how loved, how dear!"
I am the resurrection and the life."                  "We l       .
"From darkness and from woe,                  We only know that thou bast gone,
A power-ike lightning darts;                 And that the same returnless tide,
A glory cometh down to throw                 Which. bore thee from us, still glides on,.
Its shadow o'er our hearts."                 A        who mourn thee, with i  .
Heav.en's eternal year is thine."              There shall be no night there."
"Known and unknown, hua,divine,                 "Green be the turf abov e thee,
Sweet darling hand  d iand eye;                  Fried of my better days;
Derhavnyoe,to anist ntdee              None knew thee but to love thee,
P>earNo namedl one, thou tano praise."
Mine, mine forever, ever mine."
"Death loves a shining mark."                      I kno  h  fe    b
Unde4r the coffin lid;
Closed are his eyes; cold4ishis freha fair.
My hand thatmarble felt
"Life's duty done, as sinks the day,                    O'er it in prayer I k t,
Light from its load the spirit flies;    Yet my h4eart whispers that -he is ot here."
While heaven and earth comb ine to say,
Hlow blest the righteous when he dies.
Ihavetheestill, a  I roi
He giveth his beloved sleep."
"To us for sixteen niu   ots
'Gonebefre us, 0 our brohr                        inatsiewsgvn
To the. spirit land..                       And..  then.... lie bade farewell
Vanl look.. wefraohr                             n   en  olvnhae.