Lowly may be the portal, And dark may be the door, Jerusalem the Golden! There all our birds that flew- Jerusalem the Golden! Where the wicked cease from troubling, Gerald Massey [1828-1907] THE NEW JERUSALEM * From "Song of Mary the Mother of Christ " JERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? O happy harbor of the Saints! There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears no sway; But pleasure every way. *For the original of this poem see page 3576. MY AIN COUNTREE I AM far frae my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles smiles; I'll ne'er be fu' content until my een do see The earth is flecked wi' flowers, mony-tinted, fresh an' gay, The birdies warble blithely, for my Father made them sae; But these sights an' these soun's will as naething be to me, When I hear the angels singing in my ain countree. I've his gude word of promise, that some gladsome day the To his ain royal palace his banished hame will bring; My sins hae been mony an' my sorrows hae been sair, But there they'll never vex me, nor be remembered mair; His bluid has made me white, his hand shall wipe mine ee, When he brings me hame at last to my ain countree. Like a bairn to his mither, a wee birdie to its nest, He's faithfu' that hath promised, he'll surely come again; So I'm watching aye an' singing o' my hame as I wait, In a manger he beauteous files. us Friend, soul, awake! e descend or thy sake. et but thither, the flower of Peace, cannot wither, and thy ease. foolish ranges; h thee secure hever changesby Life, thy Cure. Henry Vaughan [1622-1695] ARADISE ) Paradise, ot crave for rest, >t seek the happy land that loved are blest? yal hearts and true ever in the light, re through and through, 's most holy sight. Paradise, s growing old; ot be at rest and free is never cold? O Paradise, O Paradise, Wherefore doth death delay? Bright death, that is the welcome dawn O Paradise, O Paradise, O Paradise, O Paradise, O Paradise, O Paradise, The special place my dearest Lord O Paradise, O Paradise, Frederick William Faber [1814-1863] THE WORLD I SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved; in which the world |