WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY ON HEARING OF DR. O'CARR' S DEATH.

Sorrow stealeth o'er my spirit,

For I hear O'Carr is dead.

Once I tried to sing his merit,

After health began to fade.

Then I thought his end was nigh,

That he very soon would die,

When I saw that he was leaving

His sweet home for distant Isle,

Oft the thought my soul was grieving

“He might linger for a while

And then leave his wife and babe,

Far away o'er Ocean's wave.”

Yet I know our loving Father

Often hears his children's prayers;

That he would at all times rather

Ease them of their ills and cares,

Than lay on a single stroke,

If not needful‘ neath his yoke.

And I thought he then would listen

To our supplications strong;

That each countenance might glisten

With sweet joy ere very long:

Joy from seeing him come back,

Having of good health no lack.

When I heard of his returning,

And how he was sinking fast,

Soon my soul was strongly yearning

To be with him ere he passed

From these earthly scenes away

To enjoy Eternal Day.

This, my wish, kept growing stronger,

As each day flew o'er my head,

Till I felt I could no longer

Brook delay, when lo! he's dead.

Now I prize this pleasing thought,

He to Bliss is safely brought.

While hot tears bedim the vision

Of dear friends who mourn his death,

May they manifest decision

By the wondrous power of Faith,

In belief that those who sleep

Safe in Jesus shall not weep.

We are not forbid to sorrow,—

Jesus wept at Lazarus’ tomb.

Soon will come the glorious Morrow

Which shall chase away our gloom;

If we put our trust in God,

And still seek to kiss His Rod.