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There is a brighter book unrolling now;
Fair are its leaves as is the tree of heaven,
All veined, and dewed, and gemmed with wondrous figns,
To which a healing, myftic power is given.
A thousand voices to its ftudy call,
Now is that glorious resurrection time,
When all earth's buried beauties have new birth:
Behold the yearly miracle complete, —
God hath created a new heaven and earth!
No tree that wants his joyful garments now,
All fringed with feftal gold the barberry ftands,
The long, light fingers of the old white pines
Haft thou no time for all this wondrous fhow, —
See how the pines pufh off their laft year's leaves,
Wilt thou then all thy wintry feelings keep,
See what vaft leisure, what unbounded reft,
Lie in the bending dome of the blue fky;
Ah! breathe that life-born languor from thy breaft,
And know once more a child's unreasoning joy.
Cease, cease to tbitii, and be content to be;
Soar with the birds, and flutter with the leaf;
Call not such hours an idle wafte of life;
So fhall it be with thee, if reftful ftill
And when the summer's glorious fhow is paft,
Mrs. H. B. Stowe. OLD AGE.
A very aged Chriftian, who was so poor as to be in an almshouse, was afked what he was doing now. He replied, "Only Waiting."
ONLY waiting till the fhadows
Of the day's laft beam is flown;
From the heart once full of day;
Only waiting till the reapers
Have the laft fheaf gathered home;
And the autumn winds have come.
The laft ripe hours of my heart,
And I haften to depart.
Only waiting till the angels
Open wide the myftic gate, At whose foot I long have lingered,
Weary, poor, and desolate. Even now I hear the footfteps,
And their voices, far away; If they call me, I am waiting,
Only waiting to obey.
Only waiting till the fhadows
Are a little longer grown; Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day's laft beam is flown: Then from out the gathered darkness
Holy, deathless ftars fhall rise, By whose light my soul fhall gladly
Tread its pathway to the Ikies.
THE BORDER LAND.
FATHER! into Thy loving hands My feeble spirit I commit, While wandering in these border-lands Until Thy voice fhall summon it.