« ZurückWeiter »
Awake, lift up thine eyes!
Ascend! thou art not now
THE NEW SONG.
BEYOND the hills where suns go down,
The land which I so soon mall know.
Above the diflbnance of time,
I hear the everlafting chime,
I bid it welcome; and my hafte
O song of morning, come at laft,
O song of light and dawn and bliss,
Nor ever, ever, ever cease
Glad song of this disburdened earth,
Praise for creation's second birth,
H. Bonar. 1856.
THE OTHER WORLD.
IT lies around us like a cloud, —
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares
And mingle with our prayers.
Sweet hearts around us throb and beat,
And palpitates the veil between
The filence — awful, sweet, and calm —
For mortal words are not for them
So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide,
So near to press they seem, — They seem to lull us to our reft,
And melt into our dream.
And in the hufh of reft they bring
'T is easy now to see
The hour of death may be.
To close the eye, and close the ear,
Wrapped in a trance of bliss, And gently dream in loving arms
To swoon to that — from this.
Scarce knowing if we wake or fleep,
Scarce afking where we are, To feel all evil fink away,
All sorrow and all care.
Sweet souls around us! watch us ftill,
Press nearer to our fide,
With gentle helpings glide.
Let death between us be as naught,
A dried and vanifhed ftream: Your joy be the reality,
Our suffering life the dream.
Mrs. H. B. Stmue. i860.
FOREVER with the Lord!
Here in the body pent,
My Father's house on high, Home of my soul! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear!
Ah! then my spirit faints
Yet clouds will intervene,