Year: 1867

is going up daily, aye hourly, "unto
Him that sits on the great white
throne" from bereaved hearts, heavy
with their burden Of sorrow, too
grievous for human strength or hu-
man hearts to bear


Lovedand lost From your hearth,
oh, stricken widow, as you stand by
the cold form of your once strong
protector, goes up that bitter cry.
He who ever shielded you with his
protecting garm--whoc carefullysmooth-
ed the rough places in your life path,
lest they should bruise your tender
feet-whose tender voice never ad-
dressed you save in love, he who ever
stood between you and the great cold
world, breasting all its storms and
cares with his own manly bosom, that
they harmed you not, is gone forever;
and you kneeling beside his liieless
remains, with your fatherless children
clinging around you, realize more and
more your utter helplessness and the
great loss you have sustained, while
your pale lips burst the mournful cry,
'Loved and lost !"


And you, too, mourning husband
who have laid your fair girl wife
asleep in the embrace Of mother earth.
She went from you ere yet her bloom
faded, with the tiny babe Cher child
and yours that but opened his eyes
on earth to close them in death
clasped close TO her girlish bosom,
mother and child, rose and bud, are
sleeping together under cne coffin lid
one grave holds them both now, while
your house has grown strangely des-
olate since she, whose light foots:ep
ever sprang to welcome your return
to the house which she presided over
like queen-has gone from it to her
last earthly home.


The graveyard is not so lonely in
your eyes since she is among its silent
inhabitants. Yon 90 to her lonely
grave and kneel beside it, and while
you water with your tears the lilies
CIT emblems of her purity that bloom
over the grassy mound that holds all
you held dear on earth, you feel the
full significance of those dreary words,
Loved and lost


Loved and lost! On your bowed
head, oh, aged mother you who gave
your only son and stay in your old
age, unto your country; on your head
these words rest like funeral pail.
You read his name among the list Of
the dead who fell on the battle field,
and the terrible truth that you were
now childless, camo home TO your
heart with crushing truth, and bow
ing your aged head, you too eehoed
the bitter wall going up from so many
hearts, "Loved and lost y


Loved aud lost. Who that has
arrived at years of discretion has not
echoed these sad, sad words, that tell
palmer than the greatest floods OF
tears, of hopes crushed and bruised
beneath the coffin lid-of broken hearts
and blasted lives gone forevermoro.
Loved and lost Since the terrible
flood of war rolled over our own dear
land, we have learned the full mean
ing of those bitter words, "Loved and
lost 70 All over the land there is
mourning; mothers for their sons arc
weeping; wives for husbands, chill
dren for fathers maidens tor lovers.


Loved and lost The same cry that
went up from Israel's plain centuries
ago is being echoed and re-echoed
throughout the world, for from the
rising Of the sun til its setting, death
is ever abroad; busily gathering NJ
bis harvest; and not until all things
shall end will that weary cry cease,
Then all shall meet in the Spirit Land
the loved and lost shall be found