Through grace to glory . tten in pra3^erfulhope that she who was during her lifetime a blessingto two generations may yet live in memory, so thather influence shall descend in benediction upon gen-erations to come. They are also written as a tribute ofgratitude to God for the gift, through so many years,of stcch a mothei. I would thus lay upon her tombthese fadeless flowers of memory, all fragrant withthe summer of her living love, asking those whoread to unite their prayers with mine that her Saviourmay be honored, and that the name of her God, wholed her all the way through grace to glory, m
Through grace to glory . tten in pra3^erfulhope that she who was during her lifetime a blessingto two generations may yet live in memory, so thather influence shall descend in benediction upon gen-erations to come. They are also written as a tribute ofgratitude to God for the gift, through so many years,of stcch a mothei. I would thus lay upon her tombthese fadeless flowers of memory, all fragrant withthe summer of her living love, asking those whoread to unite their prayers with mine that her Saviourmay be honored, and that the name of her God, wholed her all the way through grace to glory, maybe magnified in their lives as they unitedly join in the acclaim,— Hallelujah! what a Saviour! 6 PREFACE. The subject is worthy an abler pen than mine, anda more perfect history of a strong, sweet life conse-crated to humanity and to God. But, Master, take the tiny stones that I have brought:Set each one by Thy Masterhand of Grace,Form the mosaic as Thou wilt for me. And in Thy temple pavement give it place. S. R. #f-C<a Not changed, but glorified ! Oh ! beauteous language For those who weep,Mourning the loss of some dear face departed,— Fallen asleep :Hushed into silence—never more to comfort The hearts of men ;Gone, like the sunshine of another country, Beyond our ken. O dearest dead ! we saw thy white soul shining Behind the faceBright with the beauty and celestial glory Of an immortal wonder that we stumble, faint and weeping, And sick with thou hast left us, all alone with sorrow, And blind with tears ! Can it be possible no words shall welcome Our coming feet?How will it look, that face that we have cherished, When next we meet?Will it be changed, so glorified and saintly, That we shall know it not ?Will there be nothing that shall say I love thee, and I have not forgot? NOT CHANGED, O faithless heart I the same loved face, transfigured, Shall meet thee there,Less sad, less wistful, in immortal beauty. Divinely mortal veil, w
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