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Oh! yes-despite these bonds that drag him down,
Man is a noble creature ; not from earth Its high extraction doth his spirit own, Designed from Heaven, which hath from Heaven
its birth; Through all the shadowing folds of earth we see The stamp of life divine and immortality.
Behold all nature's works-above abroad
Yon orb, the spreading skies, and each fair star, In that bright zone wherewith the hand of God
Hath girdled round the universe afar-
For why was all this tracery of love
Hung round the earth ? those ever-during fires, That fed with light from Paradise above
Woo the rapt spirit to sublime desires ? What mean they all, if this brief earthly span Be all that spirit's life, and death the end of man? There is there is a world beyond the ky!
Thy sacred word, O God! reveals to man, Through all the mazes of mortality,
The path to Heaven, and shows a wondrous plan, Whereby the soul, of Faith and Hope posseft, May reach in peace at length its home of quiet rest.
J. E. P.
SHINE in the light of God,
His likeness stamps my brow;
feet have trod, And I rest in glory now.
No breaking heart is here,
No keen and thrilling pain ;
Hath rolled and left its stain.
I have found the joys of Heaven ;
I am one of the sainted band; To
my head a crown of gold is given, And a harp is in my hand.
I have learnt the song they sing,
Whom Jesus hath set free ;
With my new-born melody,
No fin-no grief-no pain
Safe in my happy home;
My hour of triumph come.
O Friends of mortal years !
The trusted and the true ;
But I wait to welcome you.
Do I forget? Oh no
For memory's golden chain
Till they meet to touch again.
Each link is strong and bright,
And love's electric flame
To the world from whence they came.
Do you mourn when another star
Shines out from the glittering sky? Do you weep when the raging voice of war,
And the storms of conflict die?
Then why should your tears run down,
And your hearts be forely riven,
And another soul in Heaven?
HAVE a home above,
From sin and sorrow free;
Designed and formed for me.
My Father's gracious hand,
Has built this sweet abode ; From everlasting it was planned,
My dwelling-place with God.
My Saviour's precious blood,
Has made my title sure ; He passed through death's dark raging flood, To make
The Comforter is come;
The Earnest has been given ; He leads me onward to the home,
Reserved for me in Heaven.
Bright angels guard my way,
His Ministers of power ; Encamping round me night and day,
Preserve in danger's hour.
Lov'd ones are gone before,
Whose pilgrim days are done ;
Where partings are unknown.
But more than all I long,
His glories to behold;
With ecstasy untold.
That bright, yet tender smile,
(My sweetest welcome there), Shall cheer me through the “ little while”
I tarry for Him here.
Thy love, thou precious Lord,
My joy and strength shall be ; 'Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids me rise to Thee.
And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine ;
The grace that made me Thine.