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So the wild wind spreads its perfumed caresses,
Bitter the wave that its soft pinion presses,
Never it ceaseth to whisper and sing.
What if the hard heart give thorns for thy roses ?
Almost the day of thy giving is over;
Ere from the grass dies the bee-haunted clover Thou wilt have vanished from friend and from lover:
What shall thy longing avail in the grave?
Give, as the heart gives whose fetters are breaking, Life, love, and hope, all thy dreams and thy waking, Soon heaven's river thy soul-fever slaking,
Thou shalt know God and the gift that He gave.
IND hearts are here, yet would the tenderest one
And pleads with thee to raise it: only heaven
"There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth."-Luke xv, 10.
The word went forth from the Father's throne
And the angel-host, with one accord,
For another soul by their blessed Lord
The words went up as the thunder's roll,
The echos fell from heaven;
And the angels touched the silver strings
Great was the sound of joy above,
And all because one weary heart
Had taken up the better part,
And bathed its wings in rest.
Here and There.
HAT no human eye hath seen,
What no mortal ear hath heard, What on thought hath never been In its noblest flights conferred,This hath God prepared in store For His people evermore.
When the shaded pilgrim land
Heavenly landscapes, calmly bright, Life's pure river murmuring low,
Forms of loveliness and light,
Lost to earth long time ago,—
Yes, mine own, lamented long,
Shine amid the angel throng!
Many a joyful sight was given,
Friendship's smile, affection's tear,
These were shadows sent in love,
When upon my wearied ear
Here were sweet and varied tones,
Yet creation's travail-groans
Ever sadly sighed through all; There no discord jars the air, Harmony is perfect there!
When this aching heart shall rest,
Shall my spirit upward soar.
Then shall unimagined joy,
All my thoughts and powers employ.
Here devotion's healing balm
Often came to soothe my breast,
Hours of deep and holy calm,
Earnests of eternal rest.
But the bliss was here unknown,
Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun,
Of that wondrous world above;
All the clouds and storms are gone,
All is light, and all is love.
All the shadows melt away
In the blaze of perfect day!
Hymns from the Land of Luther.
A Voice from Heaven.
SHINE in the light of God,
His likeness stamps my brow,
Through the shadows of death my feet have trod, And I reign in glory now!
No breaking heart is here,
No keen and thrilling pain,
No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear
Hath rolled and left its stain.
I have found the joys of heaven,
I am one of the angel band;
my head a crown of gold is given,
And a harp is in my hand!
I have learnt the song they sing
Whom Jesus hath set free;
And the glorious walls of heaven still ring
With my new-born melody.
No sin, no grief, no pain,
Safe in my happy home!
My fears all fled, my doubts all slain,
My home of triumph come!