My happy spirit soars away,
And pauses at the heavenly gate,
Where saints and smiling angels wait,
And views the city bright and fair,--
That Name shall be my passport there!

"Oh then, in calm and holy trust,
Give my poor body to the dust--
Assured that God will guard the clay
Until the Resurrection Day,
When he on whom my soul relies
In thunder tones will bid me rise.

"Amid the earth-devouring storm,
Made like my Saviour's glorious form,
Redeemed from sickness, death, and pain,
I shall awake to life again;
And soul and body both shall be
With Christ throughout eternity."


THE ADIEU.

"You will miss me when I am gone--
At morning, at night, and noon:
I have needed your arm to lean upon,
I shall need it no longer soon.

"I've been helpless for many years,
'No _burden_' you always said;--