When friend from friend is parting,

And in each speaking eye The silent tears are starting,

To tell what words deny,

How could we bear the heavy load
Of such heart agony,

Could we not cast it all, our God,

Our gracious God, on thee;

And feel that thou kind watch wilt keep When we are far away;

That thou wilt soothe us when we weep, And hear us when we pray?

MONSELL.

Yet must they part, and parting, weep; What else has earth for them in store? These farewell pangs, how sharp and deep! These farewell words, how sad and sore!

BONAR.

Joyful words, "We meet again!" Love's own language, comfort darting Through the souls of friends at parting:

Life in death-"We meet again!" When this weary world is past, Happy they, whose spirits soaring, Vast eternity exploring,

"Meet again" in heaven at last!

MONTGOMERY.

There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love

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Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. MONTGOMERY.

And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs

Which ne'er might be repeated; who could

guess

If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise?

Like a funeral knell,

BYRON.

The winds still sighed, "Beloved, fare thee well!"

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

How often is our path

Crossed by some being, whose bright spirit

sheds

A passing gladness o'er it, but whose course
Leads down another current, never more
To blend with ours! Yet far within our souls,
Amid the rushing of the busy world,
Dwells many a secret thought which lingers
still
Around that image!

ANONYMOUS.

Let me go, the day is breaking,
Dear companions, let me go;
We have spent a night of waking
In the wilderness below;
Upward now I bend my way,
Part we here at break of day.
We have traveled long together,

Hand in hand, and heart in heart,
Both through fair and stormy weather,
And 'tis hard, 'tis hard to part.
Yet we must. Farewell, to you;
Answer, one and all, "Adieu!"
Let me go, I may not tarry,

Wrestling thus with doubts and fears; Angels wait my soul to carry,

Where my risen Lord appears;

Friends and kindred, weep not so,
If ye love me, let me go.

MONTGOMERY.

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Fathers alone a father's heart can know; What secret tides of sweet enjoyment flow When brothers love! But if there hate succeeds,

Whispered low the dying soldier, pressed her

hand and faintly smiled;

Was that pitying face his mother's? did she watch beside her child?

YOUNG.

man's heart supplied;

With her kiss upon bis forehead, "Mother!" murmured he, and died!

WHITTIER.