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We paused, as if from that bright shore
Sudden our pathway turned from night;
Through their green gates the sunshine showed, A long, lant splendor downward flowed.
Down glade and glen and bank it rolled;
“So,” prayed we, “when our feet draw near The river, dark with mortal fear,
“And the night cometh chill with dew, O Father ! let thy light break through!
"So let the hills of doubt divide,
“So let the eyes that fail on earth On thy eternal hills look forth ;
“And in thy beckoning angels know
7. G. Whittier.
Then keep we on, with hope unchilled,
By faith and not by sight,
All our hopes on thee reclining,
Peace companion of our way, May our sun, in smiles declining,
Rise in everlasting day.
PEHOLD the western evening light!
It melts in deepening gloom : So calmly Christians fink away,
Descending to the tomb.
The winds breathe low; the withering leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree : So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.
How beautiful on all the hills
The crimson light is shed ! 'T is like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.
How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast! 'T is like the memory left behind,
When loved ones breathe their last.
And now above the dews of night
The vesper-star appears :
Whose eyes are bathed in tears.
But soon the morning's happier light
Its glory shall restore,
W. B. 0. Peabody.
IN VIEW OF DEATH.
THE hour, the hour, the parting hour,
1 That takes from this dark world its power, And lays at once the thorn and flower
On the same withering bier, my soul !
Of mortal hope and fear, my soul !
How sweet, while on this broken lyre
To praise the Immortal One, my soul!