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THROUGH forty years of wedded life,
God grant brought nearer heaven, How full of light and love, dear wife,
Our journey hath been given !
So little have we known of woe,
From want so far removed, Almost a paradise below,
Wherever we have roved.
By manna fed, on God's own word,
And in his grace grown strong, Their forty years of pilgrimage
Our fathers thought full long.
But Love Divine our life hath crowned
With blessings all the way,
Love's counsels to obey.
The air presages frost and snow,
The trees have shed their leaves, But every season hath its own
Dear ministry of sheaves.
And in our blest experience
There are no make-believes; For God is love, and every day
Gives all that faith receives.
The whole of self that raises us
To pride for what we seem, Were but a sentence and a curse,
Like old Belshazzar's dream!
If grace did never interpose,
Of reason so bereft,
Had in man's life been left.
Dear Lord! how good, how kind, how mild,
Thy discipline hath been; Though oft by folly almost spoiled,
Through threescore years and ten.
It might have been a vale of tears,
But filled with rainbows bright, The retrospective vision wears
A radiance of delight.
And could we live our years again,
By old experience taught, Except new grace upheld us still,
Experience would be nought.
From every wilderness of wrong,
Led forth, redeemed, forgiven; Dear Miriam's and Moses' song
Shall be renewed in heaven.
O day of gifts that ushered in
The empire of my wife! O day of days, when thou wast given
To be my star of life!
Sweet firmament of heavenly grace!
The rising of a morn,
To brighten and adorn!
N HAT loving-kindness in disguise
From the great city bade us rise To this enchanted ground; Where, midst the rage of angry seas, As from an Ararat we gaze
The lovely landscape round.
A mount of vast and clear survey,
With pilgrims might have come;
Of their celestial home.
For Jacob's ladder doth appear,
In clouds of heavenly flame;
In love's celestial name.
All unimaginable hues
Colors so deep and fair,
Magnetic impulse there.
The glory and the peace supreme. The evening light, the sunset gleam,
A sea with diamonds riven: Horizons lost in boundless air, Hills rising as a verdant stair,
Whose landing-place is heaven.
The sky reflected in a glow
A new creation seems.
As in the change of dreams.
And mirrored in its silent face,
Shed from the heavens abroad,