October 26

But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.—I THESS. iv, 13.

Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust

(Since He who knows our need is just),

That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.

Alas for him who never sees

The stars shine through his cypress trees;

Who hath not learned in hours of faith,

The truth of flesh and sense unknown,

That life is ever Lord of Death,

And Love can never lose its own.

J. G. WHITTIER.

'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose

Friends out of sight, in faith to muse

How grows in Paradise our store.

JOHN KEBLE.

Those who are gone you have. Those who departed loving you love you still: and you love them always. They are not really gone—those dear hearts and true—they are gone into the next room; and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will be closed upon you, and you will be no more seen.

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.