Three hoary men are journeying, though wearied they and old, To place their treasures at His feet, of frankinsence and gold. Now all good Christian people, I pray ye quick repair, To Bethlehem, in Juda, for Christ our King is there. Come hasten, quickly hasten, in lowliness adore, This wondrous King and Saviour, ours for evermore. IN MEMORIAM. INSCRIBED TO H. C. Farewell, farewell, 'ere Time with iron hand hath With eyes undimmed by tears, with heart untouched Ne'er felt the anxious insecurity, The hope deferred, nor slaked thy thirst We give thee to thy God. Oh, slight the tie, The grave. BEAUTIFUL RIVER. Beautiful river, flowing river, Ever onward to the sea, Bear on thy foaming bosom, The message I fling to thee. On, on to the trackless ocean, On, on to the sounding main, Where one we love in exile Pines for his home again. Tell him the silver streamlet From its icy bond made free, Dances in rippling measure To its own sweet melody. Tell him the clover springeth, The tender grass is springing And we are wearily watching For the quickened tread, the footstep Now speed thee, beautiful river, Nor linger on thy way, The gladness of reunion Brings sunshine to our day. |