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THE WORLD'S PEACE, AND CHRIST'S.
TWO REAL INCIDENTS.
“ Peace I leave you, my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”—John xiv. 27.
A CLOUDLESS sky - a laughing summer day
A river gliding noiselessly and deep-
Within, two weary travellers asleep.
Ha! the boat loosens, and begins to sweep
The slumberers waken not, nor cry, nor weep;
A wintry ocean a dark, rock-bound coast,
And breakers whitening near a shatter'd sail A vessel battling onward, tempest-toss'd:
Aboard, — quick, hurrying footsteps, and the wail
Of women, and brave men in silence pale. One only, with a calm, untroubled eye,
Watch'd the wild waters and the wilder gale — The pilot's playful child; and, question'd why, “My father's at the helm,” was her untaught reply.
Hinton Martell, 1853.
THE THRESHOLD OF THINGS UNSEEN.
THE BABE'S FIRST JOURNEY.
[Baby sleeps while the angel soars heavenward, singing.)
“ My treasure, my
blossom, My blessing twice bless'd, Folded close to my bosom,
Be still and at rest.
Winds and waters were rougher
Than wonted at last,
No more - it is pass’d.
Shall grieve thee to-night,
Is cloudless delight.”
[Baby, half-waking, half-sleeping, lisps its first words in the language
(Baby catches the first glimpse of heaven, and asks, -]
“Oh, what is that glory
That shines on thy wings?
Of heavenly things."
[The angel sings on.]
“ There joy without measure,
There day without night, And rivers of pleasure
Shall break on thy sight. There are gold paths transparent
And gateways of pearl ; There the babe and the parent,
The boy and the girl, With angels, are walking
And plucking the fruit, And singing or talking
To sound of the lute.
No shadows can darken
Their blessed employ: Hush, baby, and hearken
The sound of their joy. See, the Lord of the garden
Our coming awaits.”
So the babe and its warden
Pass'd in at the gates,