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Ascend! thou art not now
With those of mortal birth ;
Mrs. Howitt. 1860. HE AVEN.
THE NEW SONG.
DEYOND the hills where suns go down,
D And brightly beckon as they go, I see the land of far renown,
The land which I so soon shall know.
Above the diffonance of time,
And discord of its angry words, I hear the everlasting chime,
The music of unjarring chords.
O song of light and dawn and bliss,
Sound over earth, and fill these skies, Nor ever, ever, ever cease
Thy soul-entrancing melodies !
Glad song of this disburdened earth,
Which holy voices then shall sing : Praise for creation's second birth, And glory to creation's King!
THE OTHER WORLD.
IT lies around us like a cloud, -
May bring us there to be.
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares
And mingle with our prayers.
Sweet hearts around us throb and beat,
Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between
With breathings almost heard.
The silence - awful, sweet, and calm
They have no power to break; For mortal words are not for them To utter or partake.
So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide,
So near to press they seem, — They seem to lull us to our rest,
And melt into our dream.
And in the hush of rest they bring
'T is easy now to see How lovely and how sweet a pass
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.
Sweet souls around us ! watch us still,
Press nearer to our side,
With gentle helpings glide.
Let death between us be as naught,
A dried and vanished stream:
Mrs. H. B. Stowe.
1860. FOREVER with the Lord ! T Amen! so let it be ! Life from the dead is in that word,
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
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
To reach the land I love,
Jerusalem above !
Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospect Aies ; Like Noah's dove, I Ait between
Rough seas and stormy skies.