THE PATH TO THE GRAVE
By Mrs. H. M. Dodge.
The beautiful have passed this way,
Their light is on track;
But lo! 'tis fading from the sight,
It gives glory back.
A mournfulness is resting here--
Oh, death, thy way is full of fear.
The powerful have departed hence,
The mighty and the brave,
And the dead echo of their fame,
Has perished in the grave.
Oh, fame! I tremble at thy breath,
Thou are such pleasant food for death!
The young, the gay, the joyous one,
Has left a song behind,
For all its fine and touching tones
Must perish from the mind.
Oh youth! oh beauty! power and fame!
What are ye but a gilded name!
But there are still an humble few,
How blessed is their lot!-
They pass this dark, and lonely way,
But shall not be forgot;
For lo, all glowing from afar-
Behold their bright, their morning star.
Be joyful, Oh ye ransomed souls,
Your help is from the sky;
And seraphs guide your fearful path
To your bright hopes on high,
On death, thou art the gate of heaven,
To those who feel their sins forgiven!