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O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
And scatters night away.
No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
FATHER ! thy wonders do not singly stand,
THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign ;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain. O BEAUTEOUS God! uncircumscribed treasure
There everlasting spring abides, Of an eternal pleasure !
And never-withering flowers ; Thy throne is seated far
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green ; To inherit
So to the Jews oid Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
0, could we make our doubts remove, There the eye
Those gloomy doubts that rise, O'the chrysolite,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes,
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er, When thou thy jewels up dost bind, that day
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Remember us, we pray,
Should fright us from the shore.
BEYOND these chilling winds and gloomy skies, Of life and blissfulness enroll,
Beyond death's cloudy portal,
Where love becomes immortal;
A land whose life is never dimmed by shade,
If they call me I am waiting,
Only waiting to obey.
Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown, We may not know how sweet its balmy air,
Only waiting till the glimmer How bright and fair its flowers ;
Of the day's last beam is flown. We may not hear the songs that echo there,
Then from out the gathered darkness, Through those enchanted bowers.
Holy, deathless stars shall rise,
By whose light my soul shall gladly
Tread its pathway to the skies.
That opes the gates elysian.
And all the inward ills that sin has wrought; And while they stand a moment half ajar, Come, send abroad a love for all who live, Gleams from the inner glory
And feel the deep content in turn they give. Stream brightly through the azure vault afar Kind wishes and good deeds, — they make not And half reveal the story.
They 'll home again, full laden, to thy door ; O land unknown ! O land of love divine !
The streams of love flow back where they begin, Father, all-wise, eternal !
For springs of outward joys lie deep within. O, guide these wandering, wayworn feet of mine
Even let them flow, and make the places glad Into those pastures vernal !
Wheredwellthy fellow-men. Shouldst thou be sad,
More lonely for the past, thou then shalt hear “ONLY WAITING."
The music of those waters running near ;
And thy faint spirit drink the cooling stream, [A very aged man in an almshouse was asked what he was doing And thine eye gladden with the playing beam Dov. He replied, "Only waiting.")
That now upon the water dances, now
Leaps up and dances in the hanging bough.
Is it not lovely? Tell me, where doth dwell Only waiting till the glimmer
The power that wrought so beautiful a spell ? Of the day's last beam is flown;
In thine own bosom, Brother? Then as thine Till the night of earth is faded
Guard with a reverent fear this power divine. From the heart, once full of day;
And if, indeed, 't is not the outward state,
But temper of the soul by which we rate
Sadness or joy, even let thy bosom move
With noble thoughts and wake thee into love,
And let each feeling in thy breast be given For the summer time is faded,
An honest aim, which, sanctified by Heaven,
And springing into act, new life imparts,
Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts.
Sin clouds the mind's clear vision,
Around the self-starved soul has spread a dearth.
The earth is full of life ; the living Hand
Touched it with life; and all its forms expand
With principles of being made to suit
Man's varied powers and raise him from the brute.
Earth which thou tread'st, — and thy poor mind Even now I hear the footsteps,
be dull ? And their voices far away ;
Thou talk of life, with half thy soul asleep?
Thou “living dead man," let thy spirit leap Tell me, thou mighty deep,
Whose billows round me play, Through thy soul's shut-up mansion. Wouldst Know'st thou some favored spot, thou know
Some island far away,
The bliss for which he sighs, –
And friendship never dies ?
“No.” They make thy freedom, groveller, not thy thrall. Knock off the shackles which thy spirit bind
And thou, serenest moon, To dust and sense, and set at large the mind !
That, with such lovely face, Then move in sympathy with God's great whole,
Dost look upon the earth,
Asleep in night's embrace ;
Hast thou not seen some spot
May find a happier lot?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice, sweet but sad, responded, — "No."
Tell me, my secret soul,
0, tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting-place
From sorrow, sin, and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where mortals may be blessed,
Where grief may find a balm,
And weariness a rest?
Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortalsgiven,
Waved their bright wings, and whispered, But here, by this lone stream,
“Yes, in heaven !"
Of starry treasure !
O, WHERE SHALL REST BE FOUND !
O, WHERE shall rest be found, -
Rest for the weary soul ?
’T were vain the ocean depths to sound, Are thine forever !
Or pierce to either pole.
The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh :
Nor all of death to die.
TELL ME, YE WINGED WINDS.
That round my pathway roar,
Where mortals weep no more ? Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some valley in the west,
The weary soul may rest ?
Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
And all that life is love.
There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath : 0, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death !
Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.
THERE IS AN HOUR OF PEACEFUL
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given ; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast;
'T is found above, – in heaven.
There is a soft, a downy bed,
”T is fair as breath of even ;
in heaven. There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear, — but heaven.
There Faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given,
- in heaven.
There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given ;
Appears the dawn of heaven.
W. B. TAPPAN.
NOTHING BUT LEAVES.
NOTHING but leaves ; the spirit grieves
Over a wasted life ;
Nothing but leaves !
Nothing but leaves ; no garnered sheaves
Of life's fair, ripened grain ; Words, idle words, for earnest deeds ; We sow our seeds, – lo! tares and weeds ; We reap, with toil and pain,
Nothing but leaves /
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun,
That, more than heaven pursue.
But who, I ask thee, who art thou ? Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
In vain thou strugglest to get free;
I never will unloose my hold : Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold; Wrestling, I will not let thee go Till I thy name, thy nature know.
What blessings thy free bounty gives
Let me not cast away;
To enjoy is to obey.
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round : Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy foe.
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way!
Wilt thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name ? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am ; Wrestling, I will not let thee go Till I thy name, thy nature know.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent, At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
What though my shrinking flesh complain
And murmur to contend so long, I rise superior to my pain ;
When I am weak, then am I strong! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me. Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by thy breath ; 0, lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death!
SECOND PART. YIELD to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair ; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquered by my instant prayer; Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name be Love. ·
This day be bread and peace my lot ;
All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not,
And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies ! One chorus let all Being raise !
All Nature's incense rise !
'Tis love ! 't is love! Thou diedst for me ;
I hear thy whisper in my heart;
Pure, universal love thou art ;
Unspeakable I now receive;
I see thee face to face and live !
I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend ; Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end ; Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
My sin and misery declare ;
The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath rose, with healing in his wings; Withered my nature's strength ; from thee
My soul its life and succor brings ;