To-morrow!-mortal, boast not thou Of time and tide that are not now! But think, in one revolving day That e'en thyself may'st pass away. HOPE IN THE RESURRECTION. [H. K. White. THROUGH Sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We soldiers of an injured King Are marching to the tomb. There, when the turmoil is no more, Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat. Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise, To seek its kindred sky. These ashes too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise and break Then love's soft dew o'er every eye, And the long silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise. RESURRECTION. [Anon. OUR life how short! a groan, a sigh ; We live-and then begin to die : But ok! how great a mercy this, That death's a portal into bliss! My soul! death swallows up thy fears My grave-clothes wi way all tears; Why should we fear this parting pain, Who die, that we may live again. STEADY PURSUIT OF HEAVEN. THE dove let loose in eastern skies, Returning fondly home, [Moore. Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idler warblers roam; But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay. Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, Lord! from every stain, Of sinful passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, Thy freedom on her wings. HEAVEN. THE golden palace of my God [Bowring. Towering above the clouds I see, Beyond the cherub's bright abode, Higher than angels' thoughts can be: How can I in those courts appear, Without a wedding-garment on? Conduct me, thou life-giver, there, Conduct me to thy glorious throne; And clothe me with thy robes of light, THE HEAVENLY REST. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; [Anon.. |