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What, oh, what, if you had not the assurance of the salvation of all
infants? What if your faith would tell you that all children who die before
they can exercise faith would he lost or annihilated! Then indeed you might
well refuse to be comforted because they are not. But your child is not
lost,--but only removed to a better home:--
"A treasure but removed,
A bright bird parted for a clearer day--
Yours still in heaven!"
And yours to meet there! The hope of a glorious reunion with, departed
friends in heaven, lifts the afflicted Christian into regions of happiness
never before enjoyed. And as he contemplates their better state, and, muses
over the trials and sorrows of his pilgrim land, he longs to pass over the
stream which divides that happy home from this. He is grateful to God that
heaven has thus become doubly attractive by his bereavement, and that he
can look forward with fond anticipation, to the time when he shall there
become reunited with those who have gone before.
"Oh! I could weep
With very gratitude that thou art saved--
Thy soul forever saved. What though my heart
Should bleed at every pore--still thou art blessed.
There is an hour, my precious innocent,
When we shall meet again! Oh! may we meet
To separate no more. Yes! I can smile,
And sing with gratitude, and weep with joy,
Even while my heart is breaking!"
We infer from the whole subject, that we should not murmur against God when
afflicted, however great our bereavements may he.
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