Then let our faith be deep, To holiness: And when, Father divine, H. Nature's Beatitude. SUNNED in the radiance of high good, What mind can compass his intents, And can we, going to our task, When in life's thick our senses swim, Brush off, like dawn-dew, thoughts of him Who grants us what we dare not ask? W. Nature's Worship. THE Ocean looketh up to heaven They kneel upon the sloping sand The mists are lifted from the rills, The forest tops are lowly cast The sky is as a temple's arch; Is glorious with the spirit march Of messengers at prayer. WHITTIER. LIFE, DEATH, AND FUTURITY. The Angel's Call. COME to the land of peace! The shadow passes from the soul away, The sounds of weeping cease. Fear hath no dwelling there; Come to the mingling of repose and love, Come to the bright, and blest, And crowned forever; 'midst that shining band, Gathered to heaven's own wreath from every land, The spirit shall find rest. MRS. HEMANS. Cleabing to Earth. EARTH'S children cleave to earth; her frail, Yon wreath of mist that leaves the vale, Look, how by mountain rivulet And clings to fern and copsewood set From hold to hold; it cannot stay; And in the very beams that fill The world with glory, wastes away, Till, parting from the mountain's brow, BRYANT. The Conflux of two Eternities. ANOTHER life the life of day o'erwhelms ; So oft some moonlight of the mind makes dumb The source of fine impressions, shooting deep We touch the lower life of beast and clod, All outward wisdom yields to that within, And evermore shall be. BAYARD TAYLOR. |