When spring returns to bless the earth;

They'll waken 'neath her sunny hours

Through nature's touch to beauteous birth.

Hope in decay and do not moan

That God has taken one we love:

Why should our hearts be turned to stone

When he is safe in heaven above?

Redeemed through Christ, who was his trust,

With him in realms of joy on high;

For though down here "'tis dust to dust,"

The Christian lives beyond the sky.

Then in the autumn's woe rejoice,—

Rejoice in calm, rejoice in storm;

In either hear God's tender voice,

For both his holy will perform.

THE TRAVELERS

Away from the city, away from the crowd,

Two comrades in sorrow traversed hill and dale;

The gloom of their hearts did their faces enshroud,

And clouds of distress only seemed to prevail.

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