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THE LIFE OK OUR SISTER 289
ALONE, BUT NOT ALONE
1 am alone! My angel wife,
Whose eyes were giiidinp; stars to mine.
Hath lift this lowly vale of life
Anil none where brighter glories shine:
Where brighter skies anil holier light
Brooil o'er the gemnuil anil flow'ry plain,
Where all is joy anil health anil might.
And happy spirits meet again!
I am alone! How can I stay
111 this cold-hearted world of care?
With that bright jewel far away
1 weep and pray with bitter prayer,
With aching heart and swimming l')rain.
With anguished nerves and welling eyes —
To never meet with her again
Beneath these empyrean skies!
Am I alone when spirits bright,
Called angels in the better land.
Attend my path by day, by night.
Around my sleeping pillow stand?
I almost fee! their gentle touch,
I almost catch their voices* tone —
While my companionship is such
How can I ever feel alone?
I'm not alone, for God hath said:
ni never thee forsake nor leave!
Why am I then so much dismayed?
Why should my heart thus sorely grieve?
I'll dry these bitter, scalding tears.
And thank Him for His chastening rod —
In Death's dark vale dismiss all fears:
I'm not alone — I walk with God.
When we consider the events which occurred in our sister's
life at Pearl Lake, it is small wonder that it became a dear place
to her. There she was married; there she cared for our mother;
there, too, were born her two dear elder daughters, who still
live to bless and comfort her. There were just two scenes of