CHRIST IN THE GARDEN WITH MARY. BY THE REV. THOMAS DALE, M. A. I. LOVE is not of the Earth! A Ray that issued from the Throne of Heaven First warmed it into birth! And then to dwellers of the dust 't was given; Their pearl of price, their gem of peerless worth, Ere from blest Eden's shade their first frail Sire was driven. II. But Love the pure, the bright, Hath lost on earth its glory, and hath fled To its own realms of Light; Scarce lingering o'er the unforgotten dead, Where in the lonely place of tombs, by night, The mute, fond prayer is breathed-the silent tear is shed. |