How often things already won It urges me to win, How often makes me look outside Our souls go too much out of self 'T is rather God who seeks for us. Yet surely through my tears I saw How came He without sight or sound So soon to disappear? God was not gone; but He so longed He too was seeking for a home Twice had I erred: a distant God Was what I could not bear ; Sorrows and cares were at my side; I longed to have Him there. But God is never so far off As even to be near; He is within our spirit is The home He holds most dear. To think of Him as by our side As to remove His throne beyond So all the while I thought myself Arthur Hugh Clough. 1819-1861. WHERE LIES THE LAND? Where lies the land to which the ship would go? And where the land she travels from? Away, On sunny noons, upon the deck's smooth face, On stormy nights, when wild north-westers rave, Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. Charles kingsley. 1819-1875. A FAREWELL. My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand sweet song. G. Washington Moon. WHO SHALL ROLL AWAY THE STONE? That which weeping ones were saying We, the same weak faith betraying, Looking at some trouble lying In the dark and dread unknown, We, too, often ask with sighing, Thus with care our spirits crushing, For, before the way was ended, Many a storm-cloud sweeping o'er us Never comes to cause us pain. Ofttimes in the feared " to-morrow Sunshine comes, the cloud has flown. Ask not, then, in foolish sorrow, Anna L. Waring. 1820. MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND. Father, I know that all my life And the changes that will surely come, But I ask Thee for a present mind I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes; And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. I would not have the restless will Seeking for some great thing to do, I would be treated as a child, Wherever in the world I am, I have a fellowship with hearts |