To that love which can forgive; To that judgment which is just ; Which can pity all my weakness; Which hath seen the life-long strife Of passions fiercer than the knife; Known the desolating bleakness Of my desert path through life, God of love! I must perish in my youth; Pity Thou my ignorance, God of love! REJOICING IN HEAVEN. YOUNG spirit, freed from bondage, Arise, put on the garments Which the redeeméd win. Now, sorrow hath no part in thee, Awake, and breathe the living air Awake to love which knows no change, Awake! Lift up thy joyful eyes, And be thou glad exceedingly, Thou, who hast done with tears. Awake! descend! Thou art not now The living God hath touched thy lips, THE GRAVE'S VICTOR. YES, than earth's mightiest mightier, O Grave, thou hast thy vanquisher! Long in thy night was man forlorn, Long didst thou laugh his hope to scorn : Vainly Philosophy might dream :Her light was but the meteor gleam, Till rose the Conqueror of Death, - Nor sage nor bard may comprehend O Grave! well might each thoughtful race Give thee the high and holy place : Mountains and groves were meet for thee, Thou portal of eternity! Philip James Bailey. SONG OF THE SAINTS. FROM "FESTUS." CALL all who love Thee, Lord! to Thee; To leave these broken lays, and aid How they long, Lord! to go to Thee, All who have loved Thee and done well, Of every age, creed, clime, The host of saved ones from the ends And all the worlds of time: The wise in matter and in mind, The old and young and very babe, The age of Heaven and truth; Lord! close the book of time, and let THIS LIFE'S ULTIMATE KNOWLEDGE. AND as the vesper hymn of Time precedes And daybreak of existence in the Heavens, - |