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Nor life's affections transient fire,
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
Formed for the good alone :
LROM the eternal shadow rounding
T All unsure and starlight here,
Bid us be of heart and cheer,
Let us draw their mantles o’er us,
Which have fallen in our way:
Calmly, bravely, while we may, Ere the long night-silence cometh, and with us it is not day!
7. G. Whittier. 1860.
THE CLOUD ON THE WAY.
CEE, before us in our journey broods a mist upon the w ground; Thither leads the path we walk in, blending with that
gloomy bound. Never eye hath pierced its shadows to the mystery they Now it seems to stop beside us, now at seeming distance
screen, Those who once have passed within it nevermore on
earth are seen.
lowers, Leaving banks that tempt us onward bright with sum
mer green and Aowers. Yet it blots the way forever ; there our journey ends at
last; Into that dark cloud we enter, and are gathered to the
past. Thou who in this flinty pathway, leading through a
stranger land, Passeft down the rocky valley, walking with me hand in
hand, Which of us shall be the soonest folded to that dim
Unknown, Which shall leave the other walking in this Ainty path
alone ? Even now I see thee shudder, and thy cheek is white
with fear, And thou clingest to my side as that dark mist comes
sweeping near. “ Here,” thou sayît, “the path is rugged, sown with
thorns that wound the feet; But the sheltered glens are lovely, and the rivulet's song
is sweet ; Roses breathe from tangled thickets; lilies bend from
ledges brown; Pleasantly between the pelting showers the sunshine gushes
down. Far be yet the hour that takes me where that chilly
From the things I know and love, and from the fight
of loving eyes.” So thou murmurest, fearful one, but see, we tread a
rougher way; Fainter grow the gleams of sunshine that upon the dark
rocks play ; Rude winds strew the faded fowers upon the crags o’er
which we pass ; Banks of verdure, when we reach them, hiss with tufts
of withered grass. Yet upon the mist before us fix thine eyes with closer
view ; See, beneath its sullen skirts, the rosy morning glimmers
through. One, whose feet the thorns have wounded, entered and
came back, With a glory on his footsteps lighting yet the dreary
track. Boldly enter where he entered; all that seems but dark
ness here, When thou once hast past beyond it, haply shall be
crystal clear. Seen from that serener realm, the walks of human life
may lie Like the page of some familiar volume open to mine
eye. Haply from the o’erhanging shadow thou mayst stretch
an unseen hand, To support the wavering steps that print with blood the
Haply, leaning o'er the pilgrim all unweeting thou art
near, Thou mayst whisper words of warning or of comfort in
his ear, Till, beyond the border where that brooding mystery
bars the sight, Those whom thou hast fondly cherished stand with thee in peace and light.
Wm. C. Bryant. 1860.
SPIRIT, freed from earth,
Rejoice thy work is done!
Thou brighter than the sun.
Arise, put on the robes
That the redeemed win;
Thou sanctified within!
Awake, and breathe the air
Of the celestial clime !
Thou who hast done with time!