I fain would think that they shall be With their sweet looks of love, There they would never droop their leaves Beneath the frosts of death; An immortality of bloom Would thus to them be given; The faintest rose-tint could not fade- The Rest of Heaven. WHO are the happy? Dwell they here, The unfading garden of the soul On them no baleful sun shall cast Nor tempest rise with whelming blast No rose with piercing thorn shall wound, No serpent coiled 'mid flowers be found How came they to that glorious place ?— And kneel before your Maker's face, Go, seek the grace of Him who died On Calvary's purple breast, Your weak and wayward steps to guide To Heaven's unbroken rest. CHRISTIAN UNION. The Erring. THINK gently of the erring, They struggled, or how well, Think gently of the erring, Heir of the self-same heritage; Speak gently to the erring, For is it not enough That innocence and peace have gone, Without your censure rough? It sure must be a weary lot That sin-crushed heart to bear, And they who share a happier fate, Their chidings well may spare. Speak kindly to the erring, Thou yet mayest lead them back, The Lost Art. "OH trust not, youth, the visions fair, That charm thy ravished heart; But in the Galleries dim and old, More wondrous visions shalt thou behold. There study thine ancient art. "There worship the great old Masters, There copy their Works sublime, These shall an Inspiration give, That shall make thy humble work outlive The annals of thy time." And mildly answered the artist, "A gallery have I That girdles this beautiful earth around, And deep within the studio Of my awed and ravished soul,Painting forever in silence there, His canvas wonderfully fair The MASTER doth unroll. Where studied these ancient artists? In Nature's Gallery divine They worshiped at Thought's interior shrine, With God their Master still." JAMES RICHARDSON, JR. |