BROKEN TIES. BY J. MONTGOMERY. THE broken ties of happier days, And earthly hand can ne'er again The parents of our infant home, Far from our arms, perchance, may roam, Or we have watched their parting breath, And sigh'd to think how sadly death The friends, the loved ones of our youth, They, too, are gone or changed, Or, worse than all, their love and truth Are darkened and estranged. They meet us in a glittering throng, And wonder that we weep our wrong, Oh! who, in such a world as this, That hope the sovereign Lord has given, Each care, each ill of mortal birth, To lift the lingering heart from earth, And speed its flight above; And every pang which rends the breast, And every joy that dies, Tells us to seek a heavenly rest, And trust to holier ties. |