BE NEAR ME WHEN MY LIGHT IS LOW.. Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is racked with pangs that conquer trust; And Life, a Fury slinging flame. Be near me when my faith is dry, And men the flies of latter spring, Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human strife, And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day. DO WE INDEED DESIRE THE DEAD? Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness that we dread? Shall he for whose applause I strove, I wrong the grave with fears untrue: Shall love be blamed for want of faith? There must be wisdom with great Death : The dead shall look me through and through. Be near us when we climb or fall: Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours To make allowance for us all. - Not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life. —2 COR. ii. 4. IN health, O Lord, and prosperous days, In sickness, sorrow, or in shame, O rather help us as we ought To be unclothed, but clothed upon ! THE SICK ROOM. WATCHING, through the silent hours, When the vital forces seem Making darkness doubly dark, — Lord! I bless thee that thou art Near, to stay the sinking heart. When the flame, reviving, burns Gently, and at sleep's soft touch Anguish yields, and hope returns, Dove-like, to the smoothed couch,With an anxious deep-drawn sigh, Lord, I praise thee, ever nigh. The Sick Room. In the dim religious gloom, Where 'expressive silence' broods Nor a stirring breath intrudes, When reluctant hope is fled, When the pulses beat no more, And the last farewell is said, And the war of life is o'er, |