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When the veil of death has been drawn between us and the objects of our regard, how quick-sighted do we become to their merits, and how bitterly do we remember words, or even looks, of unkindness which may have escaped in our intercourse with them.

The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The Sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The Moon and Stars, their Master’s name in silent pomp display.

Remember that every guilty compliance with the humors of the world, every sinful indulgence of our own passions, is laying up cares and fears for the hour of darkness, and that the remembrance of ill-spent time will strew our sick bed with thorns and rack our sinking spirits with despair .

What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

We deny our Lord whenever, like Demas, we through love of this present world forsake the course of duty which Christ has plainly pointed out to us.

The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lull’d – the Sun and Moon forget their old decree, But we in Nature’s latest hour, O Lord! will cling to Thee.

When Spring unlocks the flowers To paint the laughing soil; When summer’s balmy breezes Refresh the mower’s toil; When winter holds in frosty chains The fallow and the flood; In God the earth rejoices still, And owns her Maker good.

By cool Siloam’s shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

Eternity has no gray hairs. The flowers fade, the heart withers, people grow old and die, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of eternity.

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.