The Border-Lands. I cannot see the golden gate The joy of heaven's jubilee. But I will calmly watch and pray, To see his glory, and rejoice. 129 THE TRUE LIGHT. To thee, to all, my sinking voice, In all but Him our sins have been, God's perfect will for all mankind. The shadows round me close and press, And more I seem its light to bless Than aught near worlds could give to me. As light and warmth to noontide hours, So heaven to heavenly souls belongs. DUST TO DUST. On blessing, wearing semblance of a curse, For mingling with the life-blood, through each vein The venom of the Serpent's bite has run, And only thus might be expelled again,— Thus only health be won. Shall we not then a gracious sentence own, Now since the leprosy has fretted through The entire house, that Thou wilt take it down, And build it all anew? Build it this time, since Thou wilt build again, An holy house where righteousness may dwell; And we, though in the unbuilding there be pain, Will still affirm,—'T is well. THE ILLUSION OF LIFE. MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Thee, from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And lo! creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun? or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind? Why do we, then, shun death with anxious strife? If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life? THE FUTURE LIFE. How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirits of the dead, When all of thee that time could wither sleeps, And perishes among the dust we tread? For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain, Will not thy own meek heart demand me there? That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given? My name on earth was ever in thy prayer, And must thou never utter it in heaven? In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind, In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, And larger movements of the unfettered mind, Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? |