WITHIN THE GATES

Beyond the touch are they of all my loving

care:

And yet mayhap a wistful glance to earth they

cast;

Perchance they long that life with me be quickly

past,

That I with them their painless, perfect life may

share.

W. S. McKenzie.

IN HARBOR

I THINK it is over, over

I think it is over at last :

Voices of foeman and lover,

The sweet and the bitter have passed: Life, like a tempest of ocean,

Hath outblown its ultimate blast.

There's but a faint sobbing seaward,

While the calm of the tide deepens lee-
ward,

And behold! like the welcoming quiver
Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river,
Those lights in the Harbor at last—
The heavenly Harbor at last.

I feel it is over, over

The winds and the waters surcease: How few were the days of the Rover That smiled in the beauty of peace! And distant and dim was the omen That hinted redress or release.

IN HARBOR

From the ravage of Life and its riot,
What marvel I yearn for the quiet
Which bides in the Harbor at last?—
For the lights with their welcoming quiver
That throb through the sanctified river,
Which girdles the Harbor at last-
The heavenly Harbor at last?

I know it is over, over

I know it is over at last :

Down sail; the sheathed anchor uncover,
For the stress of the voyage has passed:
Life, like a tempest of ocean,

Hath outblown its ultimate blast.

There's but a faint sobbing seaward,
While the calm of the tide deepens lee-
ward,

And behold! like the welcoming quiver
Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river,
Those lights in the Harbor at last!

The heavenly Harbor at last!

Paul H. Hayne.

THE DAY OF SATISFACTION

WHEN I shall wake on that fair morn of morns,
After whose dawning never night returns,
And with whose glory day eternal burns,
I shall be satisfied.

When I shall see Thy glory face to face, When in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child embrace,

When Thou shalt open all Thy stores of grace, I shall be satisfied.

When I shall meet with those whom I have loved,

Clasp in my arms the long removed,

And find how faithful Thou hast proved,
I shall be satisfied.

When this vile body shall arise again,

Purged by Thy power from every taint and stain,

Delivered from all weakness and all pain,

I shall be satisfied.

THE DAY OF SATISFACTION

When I shall gaze upon the face of Him
Who for me died, with eye no longer dim,
And praise Him in the everlasting hymn,
I shall be satisfied.

When I shall call to mind the long, long past,
With clouds and storms and shadows overcast,
And know that I am saved and blest at last,
I shall be satisfied.

When every enemy shall disappear,
The darkness, unbelief, and fear;

When Thou shalt smoothe the brow, and wipe

the tear,

I shall be satisfied.

When every vanity shall pass away,
And all be real, all without decay,

In that sweet dawning of the cloudless day,
I shall be satisfied.

Horatius Bonar.