96 SOWING SEEDS. By a whisper sow we blessings; Thou, who knowest all our weakness, From the seed we sowed in tears. Check the forward thoughts and passions; ANONYMOUS. OVER THE RIVER. 97 OVER THE RIVER. VER the river they beckon to me, Ον Loved ones who've passed to the other side: The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost in the dashing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes the reflection of heaven's own blue. He crossed in the twilight gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there; My brother stands waiting to welcome me. Over the river the boatman pale Carried another, the household pet: Her bright curls waved in the gentle gale, Darling Minnie! I see her yet. G 98 OVER THE RIVER. She crossed on her bosom her dimpled hands, My childhood's idol is waiting for me. For none return from those quiet shores We catch a gleam of the snowy sail, And lo! they have passed away from our heart; They cross the stream, and are gone for aye! We cannot sunder the veil apart That hides from our vision the gates of day: We only know that their barks no more Shall sail with ours on Life's stormy sea; And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for the sound of the boatman's oar. NOT MADE WITH HANDS. I shall watch for the gleam of the snowy sail; I shall know the loved who have gone before 99 NANCY PRIEST. TEMPLES NOT MADE WITH HANDS. "TIS not in temples made with hands But on the mountain-top he stands, Yes in the poor man's lowly stall, Where two or three are joined in prayer, Think you that temples built of stone, The temple thy Creator owns, No work of human art. The cloud-capped spire that points on high But 'tis the humble, modest flower That drinks in the refreshing shower, Breathes its soft fragrance back to heaven. ANONYMOUS. |