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arrests them from the perils and tribulations of mature life; it makes
their pilgrimage through this vale of tears, of short duration; they escape
thereby the bitter cup of actual sin, and the mental and moral agonies of
death. It is well with them. How true are the following beautiful verses on
the death of children, from the pen of John. Q. Adams:--
"Sure, to the mansions of the blest
When infant innocence ascends,
Some angel brighter than the rest
The spotless spirit's flight attends.
On wings of ecstasy they rise,
Beyond where worlds material roll,
Till some fair sister of the skies,
Receives the unpolluted soul.
There at the Almighty Father's hand,
Nearest the throne of living light,
The choirs of infant seraphs stand,
And dazzling shine, where all are bright!"
Christ became a little child, that little children might receive the crown
of their age and be eternally saved. He took them in His arms, blessed
them, and said, "of such is the kingdom of heaven." And we are told that
"out of the mouths of babes and sucklings He has ordained strength." The
sweetest hosannas before His throne, doubtless proceed from cherub-lips,
and they glow nearest to the bright vision of the face of unveiled glory.
"Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Young spirits! rest thee now!
Even while with us thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.
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