The Ways of God

By the Editor.
Where are our Loved. Ones now?
 
Where is now our loved one?
Where is now our loved one?
 
Where, Oh where?
Where, Oh where?
 
Not where the dying moan,
Safe in a land immortal,
 
Not where the day is dreary,
Safe in a country rare,
 
Not where the night is lone,
Safe in a Heavenly portal,
 
Not in a home of weeping,
Safe in a Mansion fair,
 
Not in a darkened room,
Safe with the joys supernal,
 
Not in a graveyard sleeping,
Safe with the bless’d to bow,
 
Not in a silent tomb.
Safe with the love eternal,
 
No, not there.
Safe with the Master now,
 
 
There, yes, there.
 
 
With kind sympathy, from E.C.
How can I possibly thank my very many dear friends, who have shown so much sympathy and Christian love to me. Many letters I have not acknowledged still, save in my prayers to God to bless the senders. Please forgive me! My writing hand has got much weaker for the time, but I am told that if I take a rest and change I may get much better. I am in the hands of God to do with me as He will — “He doeth all things well.” I ask your prayers that I may still be able to continue my work in the editing and directing the work of the depot in Exeter. I have just received the following lines which are very beautiful.