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The New Zealand Evangelist
Poetry
Poetry
Lines On The Death Of A Bridesmaid.
O wise and beauteous virgin,—whose pure lamp,
Burnt brightest when the crowd around thee deemed
Thy Lord delayed his coming.—Thou art gone
And entered on thy rest. Thy marriage feast
Was fixed in Heaven;—for perishable earth
Was all unworthy of thee, and thy Lord
Desired thy presence. How must thou look,
In pity upon those that here remain,
Treading the wilderness of earth, where thorns,
And briars, and thistles choke the narrow path,
That leads to Zion! O'er the loving band
Of thine own kindred may thy spirit rest,
Exalt, and stimulate their flagging zeal,
And turn their grief to joy.
Lines
To the affectionate memory of Mrs. Turton, the beloved wife of the Rev. H. H. Turton, of New Plymouth; who died in the Lord, October 21, 1849.
Our Sister has taken her flight,
Escaped to the mansions above;
Fled upward from darkness to light,
Call'd home to repose in his love.
Her trials are all at an end,
Her suff'rings have all past away;
She is gone to the bright happy land;
The night is exchanged for the day.
With sorrowful hearts her lov'd friends,
Consign'd her remains to the dust;
But Jesus has all in his hands,
Because she had made him her trust.
Her spirit is happy and free,
Her pleasures above are untold,
No longer a prisoner like me—
The grave those remains cannot hold
Let not the bereav'd sit in gloom,
Faith points to a happier land;
Far, far from the power of the tomb,
She sings with the glorified band.
The Lord call'd her home to the sky;—
She gladly ascended before;
Why weep since she never can die?
She is blest and shall reign evermore!