OUR QUEEN.
MAY 24TH.
Loved Queen of Scotia's bonnie braes!
Of Erin's, England's homes; This day thy people speak thy praise
Where'er the exile roams.
Of Erin's, England's homes; This day thy people speak thy praise
Where'er the exile roams.
By gorgeous India's ancient fanes;
On Greenland's banks of snow; Where, o'er Columbia's boundless plains,
Majestic rivers flow.
On Greenland's banks of snow; Where, o'er Columbia's boundless plains,
Majestic rivers flow.
On frozen seas, in balmy air,
By forest's dusky green Ariseth up to heaven the prayer:—
"God bless our gracious Queen!"
By forest's dusky green Ariseth up to heaven the prayer:—
"God bless our gracious Queen!"
God guide her through the evening light
To where no shadows frown; Nor sorrow's pall, nor darksome night
Will dim that lustrous crown.
To where no shadows frown; Nor sorrow's pall, nor darksome night
Will dim that lustrous crown.
Let earthly glory sink in night;
Life's record, without stain, Shall cast an ever-hallowed light
Across Victoria's reign.
Life's record, without stain, Shall cast an ever-hallowed light
Across Victoria's reign.
'Tis not that Britain's martial prow
In every port appears; Nor that the flag which streameth now
Hath waved a thousand years.
In every port appears; Nor that the flag which streameth now
Hath waved a thousand years.
'Tis not the sceptre, nor the sword,
Nor gold, nor precious stone; True sympathy hath knit the cord
That binds us to the Throne.
Nor gold, nor precious stone; True sympathy hath knit the cord
That binds us to the Throne.
Thy sires, in siege and battle field
Full bravely bore their part; But, without strife to thee doth yield
The fortress of the heart.
Full bravely bore their part; But, without strife to thee doth yield
The fortress of the heart.
Not land from weakling nations rent
Shall keep thy memory green; But this—thy lasting monument—
She was the peoples' Queen.
Shall keep thy memory green; But this—thy lasting monument—
She was the peoples' Queen.
THE PRINCESS OF WALES
1863—1892.
Seems it yestreen since we
First hailed thee, beautous bride! Sweet-smiling, by the side Of Him, our king to be.
First hailed thee, beautous bride! Sweet-smiling, by the side Of Him, our king to be.
Cheek of the pink sea-shell;
Eyes of the summer blue, Locks of the brown-gold hue; Voice clear as silver bell.
Eyes of the summer blue, Locks of the brown-gold hue; Voice clear as silver bell.
The myriads crowd the street;
Glad music, nigh and far, Outsoundeth earthly jar; And tenders welcome meet.
Once more thy form I see,
Amid thy family band Save one, on Scottish strand, And twain—where seraphs be.
Glad music, nigh and far, Outsoundeth earthly jar; And tenders welcome meet.
Once more thy form I see,
Amid thy family band Save one, on Scottish strand, And twain—where seraphs be.
Nor fled thy winsome grace;
Nor did thy beauty fade, Though sad bereavement's shade Hath paled thy peerless face.
Nor did thy beauty fade, Though sad bereavement's shade Hath paled thy peerless face.
Still sway with gentle hand;
Still live thy lovesome life Fond mother! faithful wife! First princess of first land.
Still live thy lovesome life Fond mother! faithful wife! First princess of first land.
CANADA
TO
H. R. H. PRINCE GEORGE.
MAY 4TH, 1893.
Time was when tyrants reigned,
When law was law for naught; When man, with mind distraught, Knelt with allegiance feigned.
When law was law for naught; When man, with mind distraught, Knelt with allegiance feigned.
Now, in these ampler days
When dews of peace distil, When all may climb who will, Just souls may justly praise.
When dews of peace distil, When all may climb who will, Just souls may justly praise.
Ours was thine earlier sorrow;
Ours is thy later joy; No base, unmeet alloy; No faithless, vague to-morrow.
Ours is thy later joy; No base, unmeet alloy; No faithless, vague to-morrow.
But tender, soulful, true;
O'er leagues of greening plain, From east to western main, 'Neath all our brightening blue.
O'er leagues of greening plain, From east to western main, 'Neath all our brightening blue.
Knit by love's kindred tie,
Heart wafteth unto heart Weal, time nor space may part: Best gift from low or high.
Heart wafteth unto heart Weal, time nor space may part: Best gift from low or high.
GLADSTONE.
Vain be the rare genius of sage or of scholar,
Philosophy's nursling, or gifted of song; Vain, minds of rich culture, with tones of choice music,
If cradled in falsity, nurtured in wrong.
Philosophy's nursling, or gifted of song; Vain, minds of rich culture, with tones of choice music,
If cradled in falsity, nurtured in wrong.
But cloudless the intellect sunned of fair Freedom;
Full lofty the soul which, with feelings refined, Doth lift up a voice for the weal of the nations;
Ennobling with sympathy all of his kind.
Full lofty the soul which, with feelings refined, Doth lift up a voice for the weal of the nations;
Ennobling with sympathy all of his kind.
Fair Freedom! thou star in the night of the ages!
Thou radiant in fervor! thou essence divine! He! highest in soul-height, doth build up thine altars;
While devotees faithful, bend low at thy shrine.
Thou radiant in fervor! thou essence divine! He! highest in soul-height, doth build up thine altars;
While devotees faithful, bend low at thy shrine.
The far-seeing wisdom of mercy which hailed thee,
Hath wooed thee to listen the suppliant's song; Hath wooed and hath won thee through love, lit of reason;—
Heaven's benison laurel the healer of wrong!
Hath wooed thee to listen the suppliant's song; Hath wooed and hath won thee through love, lit of reason;—
Heaven's benison laurel the healer of wrong!
SIR JOHN A. MACDONALD.
BORN 11TH JAN., 1815—DIED 6TH JUNE, 1891.
Dimmed thy bright eyes, Oh Canada!
Bedimmed with the incense of woe; Hushed thy young joy-peals of laughter;
Whose heart beat to thine lieth low. Great heart! which, in truest devotion,
Kept faith to its earliest shrine; Great land! widely girthed of each ocean;
His lifetime of service was thine.
Bedimmed with the incense of woe; Hushed thy young joy-peals of laughter;
Whose heart beat to thine lieth low. Great heart! which, in truest devotion,
Kept faith to its earliest shrine; Great land! widely girthed of each ocean;
His lifetime of service was thine.
Well mays't thou weep, yet not repine;
Rude wert thou, an untutored child, When first his strong, firm hand clasped thine,
And led thee o'er thy boundless wild, And cleared the mists from thy young eyes,
As with magician's gifted wand; Till Hope's bright dawn illumed thy skies,
And glorified this boundless land.
Rude wert thou, an untutored child, When first his strong, firm hand clasped thine,
And led thee o'er thy boundless wild, And cleared the mists from thy young eyes,
As with magician's gifted wand; Till Hope's bright dawn illumed thy skies,
And glorified this boundless land.
The mind astute discerned thy force;
The springs of plenty watered dearth; Then rose, from infound, ample source,
The mightiest structure on this earth: The home where freeborn souls are free;
Where, 'neath blue skies, o'er rich green sod No worship bends the humble knee,
Save homage to fair Freedom's God.
The springs of plenty watered dearth; Then rose, from infound, ample source,
The mightiest structure on this earth: The home where freeborn souls are free;
Where, 'neath blue skies, o'er rich green sod No worship bends the humble knee,
Save homage to fair Freedom's God.
HON. ALEX. MACKENZIE.
BORN 28TH JANY., 1822—DIED 17TH APRIL, 1892.
Draw nigh with reverence, Canada!
Beyond all strain of mortal toil He lieth, with unstainèd crest
Calm-sleeping on his chosen soil. No higher boon may patriot crave
Than grateful country's honest tear; Whilst Faith, outreaching 'yond the grave,
With stainless emblem decks the bier.
Beyond all strain of mortal toil He lieth, with unstainèd crest
Calm-sleeping on his chosen soil. No higher boon may patriot crave
Than grateful country's honest tear; Whilst Faith, outreaching 'yond the grave,
With stainless emblem decks the bier.
Rare mind! firm as the granite stone
From out thy much-loved Scottish hills; Soul! clear as sunlight's upper zone
When smiling o'er Canadian rills. Oh! well for thee, belovèd land!
That, ripening to thy golden prime, Stout hearts, and faithful held thine hand
And led thee on to ampler time.
From out thy much-loved Scottish hills; Soul! clear as sunlight's upper zone
When smiling o'er Canadian rills. Oh! well for thee, belovèd land!
That, ripening to thy golden prime, Stout hearts, and faithful held thine hand
And led thee on to ampler time.
Embalm his memory, Canada!
Nor taint with ill his honored name Who loved thee dearer than his life;
Who, serving thee, rejected fame. Not now, through many an after year;
In cool, calm retrospect of time, Shall all his sterling worth appear,
In grandeur fitting and sublime.
Nor taint with ill his honored name Who loved thee dearer than his life;
Who, serving thee, rejected fame. Not now, through many an after year;
In cool, calm retrospect of time, Shall all his sterling worth appear,
In grandeur fitting and sublime.
Though stilled the aims of lofty end;
Though leaders in the field lie low; Heaven's purposes shall onward tend,
As ocean wavelets shoreward flow. Wail not! he walketh in the light
His work, imbued with high intent, Doth magnify a country's might,
And build his fairest monument.
Though leaders in the field lie low; Heaven's purposes shall onward tend,
As ocean wavelets shoreward flow. Wail not! he walketh in the light
His work, imbued with high intent, Doth magnify a country's might,
And build his fairest monument.
IN MEMORIAM.[Note]
Falling! all noiselessly falling!
Dim-golden, and russet and grey; Leaves of the Autumn soul telling,
Earth's loveliness passeth away.
Dim-golden, and russet and grey; Leaves of the Autumn soul telling,
Earth's loveliness passeth away.
Here the rich strains of rare music,
Borne upwards of summer's soft gale, Are lost in the sigh of earth's sorrows,
Or sunk in bereavement's sad wail.
There shall dear households long severed
Rejoice in the anthem sublime; Hosannas of spirits united
Shall echo o'er dirges of time.
Borne upwards of summer's soft gale, Are lost in the sigh of earth's sorrows,
Or sunk in bereavement's sad wail.
There shall dear households long severed
Rejoice in the anthem sublime; Hosannas of spirits united
Shall echo o'er dirges of time.
Sickness and pain shall evanish;
The years, with their sorrow shall cease;— O'er the glad souls of the ransomed
Eternity rolleth in peace.
The years, with their sorrow shall cease;— O'er the glad souls of the ransomed
Eternity rolleth in peace.
BISHOP MACINTYRE.
On Canaan's border land,
By Jordan's watery gates, The host of Israel waits;— They mourn the Guiding-Hand.
By Jordan's watery gates, The host of Israel waits;— They mourn the Guiding-Hand.
With firm, free step he trod
On Pisgah's mountain crest; He laid him down to rest; Alone! save with his God.
On Pisgah's mountain crest; He laid him down to rest; Alone! save with his God.
He sighed no faint farewell;
No murmuring refrains Out-echoed angel strains; Nor tolled dull funeral knell.
No murmuring refrains Out-echoed angel strains; Nor tolled dull funeral knell.
Thus, as in days gone by
Great leader! careful guide! God called thee hence, aside; We might not see thee die.
Great leader! careful guide! God called thee hence, aside; We might not see thee die.
Yet we have seen—may see
Thy work of nobler life; The courage through the strife; Deeds testify of thee.
Thy work of nobler life; The courage through the strife; Deeds testify of thee.
Rest well! Oh silvered head!
Voice ever prone to bless, To soothe the soul's distress, Peace to thy lowly bed!
Voice ever prone to bless, To soothe the soul's distress, Peace to thy lowly bed!
Though next thy heart, thine own;
Thy sympathies, world wide Flowed, with unstinted tide; Bedewed each mortal zone.
Thy sympathies, world wide Flowed, with unstinted tide; Bedewed each mortal zone.
Rest well! ye feet which trod
That straight and narrow way Illumed of purer ray; Quintessence of our God.
That straight and narrow way Illumed of purer ray; Quintessence of our God.
Soul! which hath soared afar,
Beyond the flight of time; In calm, congenial clime, No ills thy joys may mar.
Beyond the flight of time; In calm, congenial clime, No ills thy joys may mar.
Fair spirit! just and wise;
Kind heart of largess love! Christ-life, all creeds above; Rest thou in kindred skies.
Kind heart of largess love! Christ-life, all creeds above; Rest thou in kindred skies.
More glorious eve's bright sun,
More dull seems dolesome night; So, lost thy glorious light; And yet—Heaven's will be done.
More dull seems dolesome night; So, lost thy glorious light; And yet—Heaven's will be done.
BISHOP BROOKS.
THE STUDENTS OF HARVARD AWAITING
THE FUNERAL CORTEGE.
Why, with uncovered head
Stand they upon that fleece of snow
Mute-stricken, as of sudden woe?
Silent they wait the dead.
Mute-stricken, as of sudden woe?
Silent they wait the dead.
Comes there some hero slain
Upon the blood-red field of war?
With soldier-guarded funeral car,
And glittering martial train.
With soldier-guarded funeral car,
And glittering martial train.
No gun with sullen roar;
No flaunting emblems from the fight
To spread his fame, to tell his might;
Who died, to die no more.
To spread his fame, to tell his might;
Who died, to die no more.
With reverend tread, and slow,
All noiselessly the footsteps fall;
As sombre garb, and plume and pall
Pass o'er the soft, white snow.
As sombre garb, and plume and pall
Pass o'er the soft, white snow.
'Mid Love's choice offering
Of sweet, rare flowers, whose tender breath
Speak brightest life, serenest death,
He lies, affection's king.
Speak brightest life, serenest death,
He lies, affection's king.
Triumph of Christian faith
O'er spurious sophistries of time;
The sinless walk; the end sublime,
No ghastly fears to scathe.
The sinless walk; the end sublime,
No ghastly fears to scathe.
AFTER MANY YEARS.
If e'er from holier heights there sped
One attribute divine, To rest upon a mortal head,—
That head, dear love! was thine.
One attribute divine, To rest upon a mortal head,—
That head, dear love! was thine.
True worth beyond expression towers;
Excess in language mars;— What artist e'er inspired the flowers,
Or lighted up the stars?
Excess in language mars;— What artist e'er inspired the flowers,
Or lighted up the stars?
TENNYSON.
ANSWER TO "CROSSING THE BAR."
Clear-shining, evening star!
We make no moan for thee Who sightest, 'yond the bar, Blest immortality!
We make no moan for thee Who sightest, 'yond the bar, Blest immortality!
Yet, at thy farewell tone,
Thou glorious poet-king! The tears unbidden spring From peoples of each zone.
Thou glorious poet-king! The tears unbidden spring From peoples of each zone.
So long, from loftier sphere,
Thy pure and lustrous rays Have lit earth's sombre ways:— No sky may own thy peer.
Thy pure and lustrous rays Have lit earth's sombre ways:— No sky may own thy peer.
Oh, never-dying song!
Oh, princely legacy! Till life shall living be Thou'lt thrill, the years along.
Oh, princely legacy! Till life shall living be Thou'lt thrill, the years along.
Mist wreathe, or ocean foam;
The beacon shineth clear, The joy-bells sound anear, Beyond the bar is—Home!
The beacon shineth clear, The joy-bells sound anear, Beyond the bar is—Home!
Clear-shining, evening star!
We make no moan for thee Who sightest 'yond the bar, Blest immortality.
We make no moan for thee Who sightest 'yond the bar, Blest immortality.
SPURGEON.
"NOTHING BUT FAITH."
Thine was no faith of pulseless form,
Of actor, acting well his role; Or deeming, through mere solemn rites,
To nourish the immortal soul, Nor thine that bare and stunted growth,
To limits of a sect confined; Expanding not in broader realm
Than atmosphere by man defined.
Nor thine that crude philosophy
Whose meteor-flash hath oft beguiled The traveller from clear mountain heights,
To perish on the misty wild. No gloomy cypress wreath for thee!
Oh brow unkenned of bigot frown! Fair coronet of laurel leaves;
Meet emblem of thy fadeless crown.
Of actor, acting well his role; Or deeming, through mere solemn rites,
To nourish the immortal soul, Nor thine that bare and stunted growth,
To limits of a sect confined; Expanding not in broader realm
Than atmosphere by man defined.
Nor thine that crude philosophy
Whose meteor-flash hath oft beguiled The traveller from clear mountain heights,
To perish on the misty wild. No gloomy cypress wreath for thee!
Oh brow unkenned of bigot frown! Fair coronet of laurel leaves;
Meet emblem of thy fadeless crown.
Bright as the pure, cerulean arch,
Thy faith all creeds and rites doth span And sees, through Love's refining lens,
The Deity in brother man. With active, humanizing power,
Uplifts the soul, low sunk in sin; Till, yielding to its tender touch,
The chains unbar—God enters in.
Thy faith all creeds and rites doth span And sees, through Love's refining lens,
The Deity in brother man. With active, humanizing power,
Uplifts the soul, low sunk in sin; Till, yielding to its tender touch,
The chains unbar—God enters in.
BEECHER.
THE LAST TIME IN PLYMOUTH CHURCH.
The organ grandly pealed;
Still rose the peaceful hymn; The lights, though waxing dim, A beauteous sight revealed.
Still rose the peaceful hymn; The lights, though waxing dim, A beauteous sight revealed.
From off the busy street
Into the sacred pile, Adown the shadowy aisle Came little wandering feet.
Into the sacred pile, Adown the shadowy aisle Came little wandering feet.
Secure from fear of harm,
With eager, upturned face, The lone ones rest a space; Joy-filled of music's charm.
With eager, upturned face, The lone ones rest a space; Joy-filled of music's charm.
Forgot their hapless fate;
Forgot cold, worlding scorn; Unseen the life forlorn; Seems nigh heaven's golden gate.
Forgot cold, worlding scorn; Unseen the life forlorn; Seems nigh heaven's golden gate.
Upriseth from his seat
He of a world-wide fame; He of the lustrous name, Those nameless ones to greet.
He of a world-wide fame; He of the lustrous name, Those nameless ones to greet.
The mightiest orb on high
Doth kiss the meanest flower; True love, in bounteous shower, Doth rift earth's formal sky.
Doth kiss the meanest flower; True love, in bounteous shower, Doth rift earth's formal sky.
Stoops low the silvered head
To kiss the smooth young brow, To seal the sacred vow Which life-long fragrance shed.
To kiss the smooth young brow, To seal the sacred vow Which life-long fragrance shed.
And tenderly his arms
Those boyish forms enfold; As if, o'er life's drear wold, He'd shield from rude alarms.
Those boyish forms enfold; As if, o'er life's drear wold, He'd shield from rude alarms.
Thus pass they from the sight,
From out the vaulted door;— He walks the pearly floor, They grope through dismal night.
From out the vaulted door;— He walks the pearly floor, They grope through dismal night.
Oh scene surpassing fair!
Soul-filling, all sublime; Undimmed of dark'ning time, Unlit of earthly glare.
Soul-filling, all sublime; Undimmed of dark'ning time, Unlit of earthly glare.
Fair soul of tenderness!
Unselfish, meek and mild, The waif, the outcast child Thou deignest to caress.
Unselfish, meek and mild, The waif, the outcast child Thou deignest to caress.
Sweet, humanizing love!
Beyond choice gifts of mind, 'Yond culture most refined; Bright essence from above!
Beyond choice gifts of mind, 'Yond culture most refined; Bright essence from above!
Columbia! brave young land!
Long is thy scroll of fame; Full many a deathless name Hath led thee by the hand.
Long is thy scroll of fame; Full many a deathless name Hath led thee by the hand.
ALLELUIA.
No more upon Parnassus' hill
Thou'lt string thy patriot lyre; To tell those feats which nations thrill,
Which youthful spirits fire. How, on the blood-red battle field
Great heroes fall, but never yield;
True courage is the only shield
Thy whole-souled Briton owns.
Thou'lt string thy patriot lyre; To tell those feats which nations thrill,
Which youthful spirits fire. How, on the blood-red battle field
Great heroes fall, but never yield;
True courage is the only shield
Thy whole-souled Briton owns.
No more thou'lt sing thy graceful lays
Of rock, and mount, and stream; Or cause the light from Heaven's pure rays
O'er nature's face to beam. We heard the rustle of the tree,
The humming of the busy bee,
When nature waked to life with thee
In joyous harmony.
Of rock, and mount, and stream; Or cause the light from Heaven's pure rays
O'er nature's face to beam. We heard the rustle of the tree,
The humming of the busy bee,
When nature waked to life with thee
In joyous harmony.
But though thy harp is silent now,
And hearts may mourn thee long; Where halos crown the victor's brow
Thou sing'st the angels' song. Dust mingles with its kindred dust,
Soul joins the army of the just;—
Their Leader was thy hope and trust
Through life's long pilgrimage.
And hearts may mourn thee long; Where halos crown the victor's brow
Thou sing'st the angels' song. Dust mingles with its kindred dust,
Soul joins the army of the just;—
Their Leader was thy hope and trust
Through life's long pilgrimage.
"THREE YEARS."
Here the pain, and gloom and sorrow,
Here the household lone and sad; There the ever-bright to-morrow,
There the youthful spirit glad. Here the parents vigil keeping
O'er the beauteous head laid low; There the eyes which know no weeping
Shall with rapture ever glow.
Here the household lone and sad; There the ever-bright to-morrow,
There the youthful spirit glad. Here the parents vigil keeping
O'er the beauteous head laid low; There the eyes which know no weeping
Shall with rapture ever glow.
Bright as were the sunny tresses
Curling o'er the fair, young brow, Richer far the crown that presses
Round his seraph forehead now. Clear and chaste as crystal seemeth,
Worthless is it 'side the gem; So, howe'er earth's beauty gleameth,
Pales its 'fore Heaven's diadem.
Curling o'er the fair, young brow, Richer far the crown that presses
Round his seraph forehead now. Clear and chaste as crystal seemeth,
Worthless is it 'side the gem; So, howe'er earth's beauty gleameth,
Pales its 'fore Heaven's diadem.
Now, his gracious word believing,
Who on earth with woe did weep, Mingle trustful joy with grieving
O'er the loved, who rests in sleep. For, where groups of children gather,
He hath joined the choir of praise Which, around our Heavenly Father,
Chants the hymn of deathless days.
Who on earth with woe did weep, Mingle trustful joy with grieving
O'er the loved, who rests in sleep. For, where groups of children gather,
He hath joined the choir of praise Which, around our Heavenly Father,
Chants the hymn of deathless days.
THE EVENING STAR.
I sit me down at eventide
Day's cares receding far, When sweet! a whisper at my side,
"Mama, come see my star!"
Day's cares receding far, When sweet! a whisper at my side,
"Mama, come see my star!"
"The only one in all the sky
Away up—Oh, so far! And yet it shines so beautiful,
My own, dear, lovely star!"
Away up—Oh, so far! And yet it shines so beautiful,
My own, dear, lovely star!"
Oh! child of many hopes and fears;
Of many an anxious thought; Oh life! with parents' prayers and tears,
So oft from Heaven besought.
Of many an anxious thought; Oh life! with parents' prayers and tears,
So oft from Heaven besought.
If spared to pass the tender years
Of infancy and truth; God keep thee through the slippery path
Of boyhood, and of youth.
Of infancy and truth; God keep thee through the slippery path
Of boyhood, and of youth.
And guide thee by His own right hand
In wisdom's pleasant way; And never in foul vice's snares
Permit thy feet to stray.
In wisdom's pleasant way; And never in foul vice's snares
Permit thy feet to stray.
And when that love which gazeth now
Into thy sunny eyes Can only come, at God's good will
In message from the skies.
Into thy sunny eyes Can only come, at God's good will
In message from the skies.
Oh! should the tempter's net be spread,
Look upward! do not fear; From 'yond thy star, a mother's love
Will shine thy way to cheer.
Look upward! do not fear; From 'yond thy star, a mother's love
Will shine thy way to cheer.
If e'er thou reachest manhood's prime,
'Mid pleasures of this world Let ever, in truth's sacred cause
Thy banner be unfurled.
'Mid pleasures of this world Let ever, in truth's sacred cause
Thy banner be unfurled.
May all the graces which adorn
Great minds in thee excel; May't long be said of thee "he served
His generation well."
Great minds in thee excel; May't long be said of thee "he served
His generation well."
Thy emblem be yon evening star;
Aye steady in its light; Calm-peering o'er a world of change;
Ne'er stooping from its height.
Aye steady in its light; Calm-peering o'er a world of change;
Ne'er stooping from its height.
When darkness deepens all around,
And rivals fill the field; Let faith and courage arm thy soul,
And form thy radiant shield.
And rivals fill the field; Let faith and courage arm thy soul,
And form thy radiant shield.
Then, when thy golden hue of morn
Gives place to sober grey; And years which never-ending seem
Have fled like one short day.
Gives place to sober grey; And years which never-ending seem
Have fled like one short day.
Relying on that Mighty One
Who raised the starry frame; Who through life's changes, toils and tears,
Abideth still the same.
Who raised the starry frame; Who through life's changes, toils and tears,
Abideth still the same.
Thy feet shall out the swelling flood,
Step safe upon the strand; And mayhap then, a mother's love
Again shall clasp thy hand, And lead thee, 'yond thy shining star,
Into the deathless land.
Step safe upon the strand; And mayhap then, a mother's love
Again shall clasp thy hand, And lead thee, 'yond thy shining star,
Into the deathless land.
RHYMES OF ANCIENT ROME.