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Stronger by weakness wiser men become,

As they draw near to their eternal home."

"DIVINE POESY," EDMUND WALLER.

UPWARD.

PWARD, where the stars are burning, Silent, silent in their turning Round the never-changing pole; Upward, where the sky is brightest, Upward, where the blue is lightest, Lift I now my longing soul!

Far above that arch of gladness,
Far beyond those clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair!
Far from pain, and sin, and folly,
In that palace of the holy,

I would find my mansion there!

Where the glory brightly dwelleth, Where the new song sweetly swelleth, And the discord never comes; Where life's stream is ever laving, And the palm is ever waving,

That must be the home of homes!