THE MOURNER’S RESOLVE.

Hence, all ye sombre signs of grief! Ye must not dwell with me; Though to indulge would give relief, I must not selfish be. I charge thee, O! thou quiv’ring lip! To settle to a smile; And let thy cheerful fellowship My lonely heart beguile. I’ll strive with all my heart, to bless Each sufferer I see; The widow and the fatherless Shall learn to pray for me. I’ll ne’er forget how loved ones watch For every smile or tear; Nor how their eager faces catch The look my features wear. They shall not hear my grief express’d, They shall not see me weep; But every sorrow in my breast Shall there lie, buried deep. This is my task, and I will still Bear on my broken heart; If God will give me strength awhile, I’ll nobly do my part.