,,religious ,,poems4 ,,by ,,harriet ,,beecher ,,stowe4 ,,with ,,illustrations4 ,illustration ,,boston3 ,,ticknor ,,and ,,fields4 #ahfg4 ,entered according to ,act of ,congress1 in the year #ahfg1 by ,,harriet ,,beecher ,,stowe1 in the ,clerk's ,office of the ,district ,court of the ,district of ,massachusetts4 ,,university ,,press3 ,,welch1 ,,bigelow1 ,,co41 ,,cambridge4 ,,contents4 ,,page ,,st4 ,,catherine ,,borne ,,by ,,angels #a ,,the ,,charmer #f ,,knocking #aj ,,the ,,old ,,psalm ,,tune #ae ,,the ,,other ,,world #ai ,,mary ,,at ,,the ,,cross #bb ,,the ,,inner ,,voice #bh ,,abide ,,in ,,me1 ,,and ,i ,,in ,,you #cj ,,the ,,secret #cb ,,think ,,not ,,all ,,is ,,over #cd ,,lines ,,to ,,the ,,memory ,,of ,,annie #cf ,,the ,,crocus #ci ,,consolation #da ,,only ,a ,,year #dd ,,below #dg ,,above #di ,,lines ,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,mrs4 ,,stuart #ec ,,summer ,,studies #eg ,,hours ,,of ,,the ,,night4 ,i4 ,,midnight #fe ,,ii4 ,,first ,,hour #fh ,,iii4 ,,second ,,hour #ga ,,iv4 ,,third ,,hour #gd ,v4 ,,fourth ,,hour #gg ,,vi4 ,,day ,,dawn #he ,,vii4 ,,when ,i ,,awake ,i ,,am ,,still ,,with ,,thee #hh ,,pressed ,,flowers ,,from ,,italy4 ,a ,,day ,,in ,,the ,,pamfili ,,doria #ic ,,the ,,gardens ,,of ,,the ,,vatican #ajb ,,st4 ,,peter',s ,,church #ajd ,,the ,,miserere #ajf ,illustration ,,st4 ,,catherine ,,borne ,,by ,,angels4,a ,,slow through the solemn air1 in silence sailing1 ,borne by mysterious angels1 strong and fair1 ,she sleeps at last1 blest dreams her eyelids veiling1 ,above this weary world of strife and care4 ,lo how she passeth6--dreamy1 slow1 and calm3 ,scarce wave those broad1 white wings1 so silvery bright2 ,those cloudy robes1 in star-emblazoned folding1 ,sweep mistily athwart the evening light4 ,far1 far below1 the dim1 forsaken earth1 ,the foes that threaten1 or the friends that weep2 ,past1 like a dream1 the torture and the pain3 ,for so ,he giveth his beloved sleep4 ,the restless bosom of the surging ocean ,gives back the image as the cloud floats o'er1 ,hushing in glassy awe his troubled motion2 ,for one blest moment he complains no more4 ,like the transparent golden floor of heaven1 ,his charmed waters lie as in a dream1 ,and glistening wings1 and starry robes unfolding1 ,and serious angel eyes far downward gleam4 ,o restless sea6 thou seemest all enchanted ,by that sweet vision of celestial rest2 ,where are the winds and tides thy peace that haunted1-- ,so still thou seemest1 so glorified and blest6 ,ah1 sea6 to-morrow1 that sweet scene forgotten1 ,dark tides and tempests shall thy bosom rear2 ,and thy complaining waves1 with restless motion1 ,shall toss their hands in their old wild despair4 ,so o'er our hearts sometimes the sweet1 sad story ,of suffering saints1 borne homeward crowned and blest1 ,shines down in stillness with a tender glory1 ,and makes a mirror there of breathless rest4 ,for not alone in those old ,eastern regions ,are ,christ's beloved ones tried by cross and chain2 ,in many a house are his elect ones hidden1 ,his martyrs suffering in their patient pain4 ,the rack1 the cross1 life's weary wrench of woe1 ,the world sees not1 as slow1 from day to day1 ,in calm1 unspoken patience1 sadly still1 ,the loving spirit bleeds itself away4 ,but there are hours when1 from the heavens unfolding1 ,come down the angels with the glad release2 ,and we look upward1 to behold in glory ,our suffering loved ones borne away to peace4 ,ah1 brief the calm6 the restless wave of feeling ,rises again when the bright cloud sweeps by1 ,and our unrestful souls reflect no longer ,that tender vision of the upper sky4 ,espoused ,lord of the pure saints in glory1 ,to whom all faithful souls affianced are1 ,breathe down thy peace into our restless spirits1 ,and make a lasting1 heavenly vision there4 ,so the bright gates no more on us shall close2 ,no more the cloud of angels fade away2 ,and we shall walk1 amid life's weary strife1 ,in the calm light of thine eternal day4 ,,footnote3 ,a ,according to this legend1 ,catherine was a noble maiden of ,alexandria1 distinguished alike by birth1 riches1 beauty1 and the rarest gifts of genius and learning4 ,in the flower of her life she consecrated herself to the service of her ,redeemer1 and cheerfully suffered for his sake the loss of wealth1 friends1 and the esteem of the world4 ,banishment1 imprisonment1 and torture were in vain tried to shake the constancy of her faith2 and at last she was bound upon the torturing-wheel for a cruel death4 ,but the angels descended1 so says the story1 rent the wheel1 and bore her away1 through the air1 far over the sea1 to ,mount ,sinai1 where her body was left to repose1 and her soul ascended with them to heaven4 ,,the ,,charmer4 ,socrates4 ,however1 you and ,simmias appear to me as if you wished to sift this subject more thoroughly1 and to be afraid1 like children1 lest1 on the soul's departure from the body1 winds should blow it away4 ,upon this ,cebes said1 ',endeavor to teach us better1 ,socrates4 ,perhaps there is a childish spirit in our breast that has such a dread4 ,let us endeavor to persuade him not to be afraid of death1 as of hobgoblins4' ',but you must charm him every day1' said ,socrates1 'until you have quieted his fears4' ',but whence1 ,o ,socrates1' he said1 'can we procure a skilful charmer for such a case1 now you are about to leave us4' ',greece is wide1 ,cebes1' he said1 'and in it surely there are skilful men2 and there are many barbarous nations1 all of which you should search1 seeking such a charmer1 sparing neither money nor toil4'--,last words of ,socrates1 as narrated by ,plato in the ,phdo4 ,,we need that charmer1 for our hearts are sore ,with longings for the things that may not be1 ,faint for the friends that shall return no more1 ,dark with distrust1 or wrung with agony4 ,what is this life8 and what to us is death8 ,whence came we8 whither go8 and where are those ,who1 in a moment stricken from our side1 ,passed to that land of shadow and repose8 ,and are they all dust8 and dust must we become8 ,or are they living in some unknown clime8 ,shall we regain them in that far-off home1 ,and live anew beyond the waves of time8 ,o man divine6 on thee our souls have hung2 ,thou wert our teacher in these questions high2 ,but ah6 this day divides thee from our side1 ,and veils in dust thy kindly-guiding eye4 ,where is that ,charmer whom thou bidst us seek8 ,on what far shores may his sweet voice be heard8 ,when shall these questions of our yearning souls ,be answered by the bright ,eternal ,word8 ,so spake the youth of ,athens1 weeping round1 ,when ,socrates lay calmly down to die2 ,so spake the sage1 prophetic of the hour ,when earth's fair morning star should rise on high4 ,they found ,him not1 those youths of soul divine1 ,long seeking1 wandering1 watching on life's shore2 ,reasoning1 aspiring1 yearning for the light1 ,death came and found them--doubting as before4 ,but years passed on2 and lo6 the ,charmer came1 ,pure1 simple1 sweet1 as comes the silver dew1 ,and the world knew him not1--he walked alone1 ,encircled only by his trusting few4 ,like the ,athenian sage1 rejected1 scorned1 ,betrayed1 condemned1 his day of doom drew nigh2 ,he drew his faithful few more closely round1 ,and told them that his hour was come--to die4 ,let not your heart be troubled1 then ,he said1 ,my ,father's house hath mansions large and fair2 ,i go before you to prepare your place1 ,i will return to take you with me there4 ,and since that hour the awful foe is charmed1 ,and life and death are glorified and fair2 ,whither ,he went we know1 the way we know1 ,and with firm step press on to meet him there4 ,,knocking4 ,behold1 ,i stand at the door and knock4 ,,knocking1 knocking1 ever knocking8 ,who is there8 ',tis a pilgrim1 strange and kingly1 ,never such was seen before2-- ,ah1 sweet soul1 for such a wonder ,undo the door4 ,no1--that door is hard to open2 ,hinges rusty1 latch is broken2 ,bid ,him go4 ,wherefore1 with that knocking dreary ,scare the sleep from one so weary8 ,say ,him1--no4 ,illustration ,knocking1 knocking1 ever knocking8 ,what6 ,still there8 ,o1 sweet soul1 but once behold ,him1 ,with the glory-crownd hair2 ,and those eyes1 so strange and tender1 ,waiting there2 ,open6 ,open6 ,once behold ,him1-- ,him1 so fair4 ,ah1 that door6 ,why wilt ,thou vex me1 ,coming ever to perplex me8 ,for the key is stiffly rusty1 ,and the bolt is clogged and dusty2 ,many-fingered ivy-vine ,seals it fast with twist and twine2 ,weeds of years and years before ,choke the passage of that door4 ,knocking6 knocking6 ,what6 still knocking8 ,he still there8 ,what's the hour8 ,the night is waning1-- ,in my heart a drear complaining1 ,and a chilly1 sad unrest6 ,ah1 this knocking6 ,it disturbs me1 ,scares my sleep with dreams unblest6 ,give me rest1 ,rest1--ah1 rest6 ,rest1 dear soul1 ,he longs to give thee2 ,thou hast only dreamed of pleasure1 ,dreamed of gifts and golden treasure1 ,dreamed of jewels in thy keeping1 ,waked to weariness of weeping2-- ,open to thy soul's one ,lover1 ,and thy night of dreams is over1-- ,the true gifts ,he brings have seeming ,more than all thy faded dreaming6 ,did she open8 ,doth she8 ,will she8 ,so1 as wondering we behold1 ,grows the picture to a sign1 ,pressed upon your soul and mine2 ,for in every breast that liveth ,is that strange mysterious door2-- ,though forsaken and betangled1 ,ivy-gnarled and weed-bejangled1 ,dusty1 rusty1 and forgotten2-- ,there the piercd hand still knocketh1 ,and with ever-patient watching1 ,with the sad eyes true and tender1 ,with the glory-crownd hair1-- ,still a ,god is waiting there4 ,,the ,,old ,,psalm ,,tune4 ,,you asked1 dear friend1 the other day1 ,why still my charmd ear ,rejoiceth in uncultured tone ,that old psalm tune to hear8 ,i've heard full oft1 in foreign lands1 ,the grand orchestral strain1 ,where music's ancient masters live1 ,revealed on earth again1-- ,where breathing1 solemn instruments1 ,in swaying clouds of sound1 ,bore up the yearning1 trancd soul1 ,like silver wings around2-- ,i've heard in old ,st4 ,peter's dome1 ,where clouds of incense rise1 ,most ravishing the choral swell ,mount upwards to the skies4 ,and well ,i feel the magic power1 ,when skilled and cultured art ,its cunning webs of sweetness weaves ,around the captured heart4 ,but yet1 dear friend1 though rudely sung1 ,that old psalm tune hath still ,a pulse of power beyond them all ,my inmost soul to thrill4 ,those halting tones that sound to you1 ,are not the tones ,i hear2 ,but voices of the loved and lost ,there meet my longing ear4 ,i hear my angel mother's voice1-- ,those were the words she sung2 ,i hear my brother's ringing tones1 ,as once on earth they rung2 ,and friends that walk in white above ,come round me like a cloud1 ,and far above those earthly notes ,their singing sounds aloud4 ,there may be discord1 as you say2 ,those voices poorly ring2 ,but there's no discord in the strain ,those upper spirits sing4 ,for they who sing are of the blest1 ,the calm and glorified1 ,whose hours are one eternal rest ,on heaven's sweet floating tide4 ,their life is music and accord2 ,their souls and hearts keep time ,in one sweet concert with the ,lord1-- ,one concert vast1 sublime4 ,and through the hymns they sang on earth ,sometimes a sweetness falls ,on those they loved and left below1 ,and softly homeward calls1-- ,bells from our own dear fatherland1 ,borne trembling o'er the sea1-- ,the narrow sea that they have crossed1 ,the shores where we shall be4 ,o sing1 sing on1 beloved souls6 ,sing cares and griefs to rest2 ,sing1 till entrancd we arise ,to join you 'mong the blest4 ,,the ,,other ,,world4 ,,it lies around us like a cloud1 ,a world we do not see2 ,yet the sweet closing of an eye ,may bring us there to be4 ,its gentle breezes fan our cheek2 ,amid our worldly cares1 ,its gentle voices whisper love1 ,and mingle with our prayers4 ,sweet hearts around us throb and beat1 ,sweet helping hands are stirred1 ,and palpitates the veil between ,with breathings almost heard4 ,the silence1 awful1 sweet1 and calm1 ,they have no power to break2 ,for mortal words are not for them ,to utter or partake4 ,so thin1 so soft1 so sweet1 they glide1 ,so near to press they seem1 ,they lull us gently to our rest1 ,they melt into our dream4 ,and in the hush of rest they bring ',tis easy now to see ,how lovely and how sweet a pass ,the hour of death may be2-- ,to close the eye1 and close the ear1 ,wrapped in a trance of bliss1 ,and1 gently drawn in loving arms1 ,to swoon to that--from this1-- ,scarce knowing if we wake or sleep1 ,scarce asking where we are1 ,to feel all evil sink away1 ,all sorrow and all care4 ,sweet souls around us6 watch us still2 ,press nearer to our side2 ,into our thoughts1 into our prayers1 ,with gentle helpings glide4 ,let death between us be as naught1 ,a dried and vanished stream2 ,your joy be the reality1 ,our suffering life the dream4 ,,mary ,,at ,,the ,,cross4 ,now there stood by the cross of ,jesus his mother4 ,o ,,wondrous mother6 since the dawn of time ,was ever love1 was ever grief1 like thine8 ,o highly favored in thy joy's deep flow1 ,and favored1 even in this1 thy bitterest woe6 ,poor was that home in simple ,nazareth ,where1 fairly growing1 like some silent flower1 ,last of a kingly race1 unknown and lowly1 ,o desert lily1 passed thy childhood's hour4 ,the world knew not the tender1 serious maiden1 ,who through deep loving years so silent grew1 ,full of high thought and holy aspiration1 ,which the o'ershadowing ,god alone might view4 ,illustration ,and then it came1 that message from the highest1 ,such as to woman ne'er before descended1 ,the almighty wings thy prayerful soul o'erspread1 ,and with thy life the ,life of worlds was blended4 ,what visions then of future glory filled thee1 ,the chosen mother of that ,king unknown1 ,mother fulfiller of all prophecy ,which1 through dim ages1 wondering seers had shown6 ,well did thy dark eye kindle1 thy deep soul ,rise into billows1 and thy heart rejoice2 ,then woke the poet's fire1 the prophet's song1 ,tuned with strange burning words thy timid voice4 ,then1 in dark contrast1 came the lowly manger1 ,the outcast shed1 the tramp of brutal feet2 ,again behold earth's learned and her lowly1 ,sages and shepherds1 prostrate at thy feet4 ,then to the temple bearing--hark again ,what strange conflicting tones of prophecy ,breathe o'er the child foreshadowing words of joy1 ,high triumph blent with bitter agony6 ,o1 highly favored thou in many an hour ,spent in lone musings with thy wondrous ,son1 ,when thou didst gaze into that glorious eye1 ,and hold that mighty hand within thine own4 ,blest through those thirty years1 when in thy dwelling ,he lived a ,god disguised with unknown power2 ,and thou his sole adorer1 his best love1 ,trusting1 revering1 waited for his hour4 ,blest in that hour1 when called by opening heaven ,with cloud and voice1 and the baptizing flame1 ,up from the ,jordan walked th' acknowledged stranger1 ,and awe-struck crowds grew silent as he came4 ,blessed1 when full of grace1 with glory crowned1 ,he from both hands almighty favors poured1 ,and1 though ,he had not where to lay his head1 ,brought to his feet alike the slave and lord4 ,crowds followed2 thousands shouted1 ,lo1 our ,king6 ,fast beat thy heart4 ,now1 now the hour draws nigh3 ,behold the crown1 the throne1 the nations bend6 ,ah1 no6 fond mother1 no6 behold him die6 ,now by that cross thou tak'st thy final station1 ,and shar'st the last dark trial of thy ,son2 ,not with weak tears or woman's lamentation1 ,but with high1 silent anguish1 like his own4 ,hail6 highly favored1 even in this deep passion2 ,hail6 in this bitter anguish thou art blest1-- ,blest in the holy power with ,him to suffer ,those deep death-pangs that lead to higher rest4 ,all now is darkness2 and in that deep stillness ,the ,god-man wrestles with that mighty woe2 ,hark to that cry1 the rock of ages rending1-- ',tis finished6 ,mother1 all is glory now6 ,by sufferings mighty as his mighty soul ,hath the ,redeemer risen forever blest2 ,and through all ages must his heart-beloved ,through the same baptism enter the same rest4 ,,the ,,inner ,,voice4 ,come ye yourselves into a desert place and rest awhile2 for there were many coming and going1 so that they had no time so much as to eat4 ',,mid the mad whirl of life1 its dim confusion1 ,its jarring discords and poor vanity1 ,breathing like music over troubled waters1 ,what gentle voice1 ,o ,christian1 speaks to thee8 ,it is a stranger1--not of earth or earthly2 ,by the serene1 deep fulness of that eye1-- ,by the calm1 pitying smile1 the gesture lowly1-- ,it is thy ,saviour as he passeth by4 ,come1 come1 he saith1 ,o soul oppressed and weary1 ,come to the shadows of my desert rest1 ,come walk with me far from life's babbling discords1 ,and peace shall breathe like music in thy breast4 ,art thou bewildered by contesting voices1-- ,sick to thy soul of party noise and strife8 ,come1 leave it all1 and seek that solitude ,where thou shalt learn of me a purer life4 ,when far behind the world's great tumult dieth1 ,thou shalt look back and wonder at its roar2 ,but its far voice shall seem to thee a dream1 ,its power to vex thy holier life be o'er4 ,there shalt thou learn the secret of a power1 ,mine to bestow1 which heals the ills of living2 ,to overcome by love1 to live by prayer1 ,to conquer man's worst evils by forgiving4 ,,abide ,,in ,,me1 ,,and ,i ,,in ,,you4 ,,the ,,soul',s ,,answer4 ,,that mystic word of thine1 ,o sovereign ,lord1 ,is all too pure1 too high1 too deep for me2 ,weary of striving1 and with longing faint1 ,i breathe it back again in prayer to thee4 ,abide in me1 ,i pray1 and ,i in thee2 ,from this good hour1 ,o1 leave me nevermore2 ,then shall the discord cease1 the wound be healed1 ,the lifelong bleeding of the soul be o'er4 ,abide in me2 o'ershadow by thy love ,each half-formed purpose and dark thought of sin2 ,quench1 e'er it rise1 each selfish1 low desire1 ,and keep my soul as thine1 calm and divine4 ,as some rare perfume in a vase of clay ,pervades it with a fragrance not its own1 ,so1 when thou dwellest in a mortal soul1 ,all heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown4 ,abide in me3 there have been moments blest ,when ,i have heard thy voice and felt thy power2 ,then evil lost its grasp1 and passion1 hushed1 ,owned the divine enchantment of the hour4 ,these were but seasons1 beautiful and rare2 ,abide in me1 and they shall ever be4 ,fulfil at once thy precept and my prayer1-- ,come1 and abide in me1 and ,i in thee4 ,,the ,,secret4 ,thou shalt keep them in the secret of thy presence from the strife of tongues4 ,,when winds are raging o'er the upper ocean1 ,and billows wild contend with angry roar1 ',tis said1 far down beneath the wild commotion1 ,that peaceful stillness reigneth evermore4 ,far1 far beneath1 the noise of tempest dieth1 ,and silver waves chime ever peacefully2 ,and no rude storm1 how fierce soe'er he flieth1 ,disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea4 ,so to the soul that knows thy love1 ,o ,purest1 ,there is a temple peaceful evermore6 ,and all the babble of life's angry voices ,die in hushed stillness at its sacred door4 ,far1 far away the noise of passion dieth1 ,and loving thoughts rise ever peacefully2 ,and no rude storm1 how fierce soe'er he flieth ,disturbs that deeper rest1 ,o ,lord1 in thee4 ,o rest of rests6 ,o peace serene1 eternal6 ,thou ever livest and thou changest never2 ,and in the secret of thy presence dwelleth ,fulness of joy1 forever and forever4 ,,think ,,not ,,all ,,is ,,over4 ,,think not1 when the wailing winds of autumn ,drive the shivering leaflets from the tree1-- ,think not all is over3 spring returneth1 ,buds and leaves and blossoms thou shalt see4 ,think not1 when the earth lies cold and sealed1 ,and the weary birds above her mourn1-- ,think not all is over3 ,god still liveth1 ,songs and sunshine shall again return4 ,think not1 when thy heart is waste and dreary1 ,when thy cherished hopes lie chill and sere1-- ,think not all is over3 ,god still loveth1 ,he will wipe away thy every tear4 ,weeping for a night alone endureth1 ,god at last shall bring a morning hour2 ,in the frozen buds of every winter ,sleep the blossoms of a future flower4 ,,lines ,,to ,,the ,,memory ,,of ,,annie1 ,,who ,,died ,,at ,,milan1 ,,june #f1 #ahfj4 ,jesus saith unto her1 ,woman1 why weepest thou8 whom seekest thou8 ,she1 supposing him to be the gardener1 saith unto him1 ,sir1 if thou have borne him hence1 tell me where thou hast laid him4--,,john xx4 #ae4 ,,in the fair gardens of celestial peace ,walketh a ,gardener in meekness clad2 ,fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks1 ,and his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad4 ,fair are the silent foldings of his robes1 ,falling with saintly calmness to his feet2 ,and when he walks1 each floweret to his will ,with living pulse of sweet accord doth beat4 ,every green leaf thrills to its tender heart1 ,in the mild summer radiance of his eye2 ,no fear of storm1 or cold1 or bitter frost1 ,shadows the flowerets when their sun is nigh4 ,and all our pleasant haunts of earthly love ,are nurseries to those gardens of the air2 ,and his far-darting eye1 with starry beam1 ,watcheth the growing of his treasures there4 ,we call them ours1 o'erwept with selfish tears1 ,o'erwatched with restless longings night and day2 ,forgetful of the high1 mysterious right ,he holds to bear our cherished plants away4 ,but when some sunny spot in those bright fields ,needs the fair presence of an added flower1 ,down sweeps a starry angel in the night3 ,at morn1 the rose has vanished from our bower4 ,where stood our tree1 our flower1 there is a grave6 ,blank1 silent1 vacant1 but in worlds above1 ,like a new star outblossomed in the skies1 ,the angels hail an added flower of love4 ,dear friend1 no more upon that lonely mound1 ,strewed with the red and yellow autumn leaf1 ,drop thou the tear1 but raise the fainting eye ,beyond the autumn mists of earthly grief4 ,thy garden rose-bud bore1 within its breast1 ,those mysteries of color1 warm and bright1 ,that the bleak climate of this lower sphere ,could never waken into form and light4 ,yes1 the sweet ,gardener hath borne her hence1 ,nor must thou ask to take her thence away2 ,thou shalt behold her in some coming hour1 ,full-blossomed in his fields of cloudless day4 ,,the ,,crocus4 ,,beneath the sunny autumn sky1 ,with gold leaves dropping round1 ,we sought1 my little friend and ,i1 ,the consecrated ground1 ,where1 calm beneath the holy cross1 ,o'ershadowed by sweet skies1 ,sleeps tranquilly that youthful form1 ,those blue unclouded eyes4 ,around the soft1 green swelling mound ,we scooped the earth away1 ,and buried deep the crocus-bulbs ,against a coming day4 ,these roots are dry1 and brown1 and sere2 ,why plant them here8 he said1 ,to leave them1 all the winter long1 ,so desolate and dead4 ,dear child1 within each sere dead form ,there sleeps a living flower1 ,and angel-like it shall arise ,in spring's returning hour4 ,ah1 deeper down--cold1 dark1 and chill-- ,we buried our heart's flower1 ,but angel-like shall he arise ,in spring's immortal hour4 ,in blue and yellow from its grave ,springs up the crocus fair1 ,and ,god shall raise those bright blue eyes1 ,those sunny waves of hair4 ,not for a fading summer's morn1 ,not for a fleeting hour1 ,but for an endless age of bliss1 ,shall rise our heart's dear flower4 ,,consolation4 ,,written ,,after ,,the ,,second ,,battle ,,of ,,bull ,,run4 ,and ,i saw a new heaven and a new earth3 for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away2 and there was no more sea4 ,,ah1 many-voiced and angry6 how the waves ,beat turbulent with terrible uproar6 ,is there no rest from tossing1--no repose8 ,where shall we find a haven and a shore8 ,what is secure from the loud-dashing wave8 ,there go our riches1 and our hopes fly there2 ,there go the faces of our best beloved1 ,whelmed in the vortex of its wild despair4 ,whose son is safe8 whose brother1 and whose home8 ,the dashing spray beats out the household fire2 ,by blackened ashes weep our widowed souls ,over the embers of our lost desire4 ,by pauses1 in the fitful moaning storm1 ,we hear triumphant notes of battle roll4 ,too soon the triumph sinks in funeral wail2 ,the muffled drum1 the death march1 shakes the soul6 ,rocks on all sides1 and breakers6 at the helm ,weak human hand and weary human eyes4 ,the shout and clamor of our dreary strife ,goes up conflicting to the angry skies4 ,but for all this1 ,o timid hearts1 be strong2 ,be of good cheer1 for1 though the storm must be1 ,it hath its ,master3 from the depths shall rise ,new heavens1 new earth1 where shall be no more sea4 ,no sea1 no tossing1 no unrestful storm6 ,forever past the anguish and the strife2 ,the poor old weary earth shall bloom again1 ,with the bright foliage of that better life4 ,and war1 and strife1 and hatred1 shall be past1 ,and misery be a forgotten dream4 ,the ,shepherd ,god shall lead his peaceful fold ,by the calm meadows and the quiet stream4 ,be still1 be still1 and know that he is ,god2 ,be calm1 be trustful2 work1 and watch1 and pray1 ,till from the throes of this last anguish rise ,the light and gladness of that better day4 ,,only ,a ,,year4 ,,one year ago1--a ringing voice1 ,a clear blue eye1 ,and clustering curls of sunny hair1 ,too fair to die4 ,only a year1--no voice1 no smile1 ,no glance of eye1 ,no clustering curls of golden hair1 ,fair but to die6 ,one year ago1--what loves1 what schemes ,far into life6 ,what joyous hopes1 what high resolves1 ,what generous strife6 ,the silent picture on the wall1 ,the burial stone1 ,of all that beauty1 life1 and joy ,remain alone6 ,one year1--one year1--one little year1 ,and so much gone6 ,and yet the even flow of life ,moves calmly on4 ,the grave grows green1 the flowers bloom fair1 ,above that head2 ,no sorrowing tint of leaf or spray ,says he is dead4 ,no pause or hush of merry birds1 ,that sing above1 ,tells us how coldly sleeps below ,the form we love4 ,where hast thou been this year1 beloved8 ,what hast thou seen8 ,what visions fair1 what glorious life1 ,where thou hast been8 ,the veil6 the veil6 so thin1 so strong6 ',twixt us and thee2 ,the mystic veil6 when shall it fall1 ,that we may see8 ,not dead1 not sleeping1 not even gone1 ,but present still1 ,and waiting for the coming hour ,of ,god's sweet will4 ,lord of the living and the dead1 ,our ,saviour dear6 ,we lay in silence at thy feet ,this sad1 sad year6 ,illustration ,,below4 ,,loudly sweep the winds of autumn ,o'er that lone1 beloved grave1 ,where we laid those sunny ringlets1 ,when those blue eyes set like stars1 ,leaving us to outer darkness4 ,o the longing and the aching6 ,o the sere deserted grave6 ,let the grass turn brown upon thee1 ,brown and withered like our dreams6 ,let the wind moan through the pine-trees ,with a dreary1 dirge-like whistle1 ,sweep the dead leaves on its bosom1-- ,moaning1 sobbing through the branches1 ,where the summer laughed so gayly4 ,he is gone1 our boy of summer1-- ,gone the light of his blue eyes1 ,gone the tender heart and manly1 ,gone the dreams and the aspirings1-- ,nothing but the mound remaineth1 ,and the aching in our bosoms1 ,ever aching1 ever throbbing3 ,who shall bring it unto rest8 ,,above4 ,a ,,vision4 ,,coming down a golden street ,i beheld my vanished one1 ,and he moveth on a cloud1 ,and his forehead wears a star2 ,and his blue eyes1 deep and holy1 ,fixed as in a blessed dream1 ,see some mystery of joy1 ,some unuttered depth of love4 ,and his vesture is as blue ,as the skies of summer are1 ,falling with a saintly sweep1 ,with a sacred stillness swaying2 ,and he presseth to his bosom ,harp of strange and mystic fashion1 ,and his hands1 like living pearls1 ,wander o'er the golden strings4 ,and the music that ariseth1 ,who can utter or divine it8 ,in that strange celestial thrilling1 ,every memory of sorrow1 ,every heart-ache1 every anguish1 ,every fear for the to-morrow1 ,melt away in charmd rest4 ,and there be around him many1 ,bright with robes like evening clouds1-- ,tender green and clearest amber1 ,crimson fading into rose1 ,robes of flames and robes of silver1-- ,and their hues all thrill and tremble ,with a living light of feeling1 ,deepening with each heart's pulsation1 ,till in vivid trance of color ,that celestial rainbow glows4 ,how they float and wreathe and brighten1 ,bending low their starry brows1 ,singing with a tender cadence1 ,and their hands1 like spotless lilies1 ,folded on their prayerful breasts4 ,in their singing seem to mingle ,tender airs of by-gone days2-- ,mother-hymnings by the cradle1 ,mother-moanings by the grave1 ,songs of human love and sorrow1 ,songs of endless love and rest2-- ,in the pauses of that music ,every throb of sorrow dies4 ,o my own1 my heart's belovd1 ,vainly have ,i wept above thee8 ,would ,i call thee from thy glory ,to this world's impurity8-- ,lo6 it passeth1 it dissolveth1 ,all the vision melts away2 ,but as if a heavenly lily ,dropped into my aching breast1 ,with a healing sweetness laden1 ,with a mystic breath of rest1 ,i am charmed into forgetting ,autumn winds and dreary grave4 ,,lines ,,suggested ,,by ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,mrs4 ,,professor ,,stuart ,,of ,,andover1 ,,mass4 ,,how quiet1 through the hazy autumn air1 ,the elm-boughs wave with many a gold-flecked leaf6 ,how calmly float the dreamy mantled clouds ,through these still days of autumn1 fair and brief6 ,our ,andover stands thoughtful1 fair1 and calm1 ,waiting to lay her summer glories by ,e'er the bright flush shall kindle all her pines1 ,and her woods blaze with autumn's heraldry4 ,by the old mossy wall the golden-rod ,waves as aforetime1 and the purple sprays ,of starry asters quiver to the breeze1 ,rustling all stilly through the forest ways4 ,no voice of triumph from those silent skies ,breaks on the calm1 and speaks of glories near1 ,nor bright wings flutter1 nor fair glistening robes ,proclaim that heavenly messengers are here4 ,yet in our midst an angel hath come down1 ,troubling the waters in a peaceful home2 ,and from that home1 of life's long sickness healed1 ,a saint hath risen1 where pain no more may come4 ,christ's fair elect one1 from a hidden life ,of loving deeds and words of gentleness1 ,hath passed where all are loving and beloved1 ,beyond all weariness and all distress4 ,calm1 like a lamb in shepherd's bosom borne1 ,quiet and trustful hath she sunk to rest2 ,god breathed in tenderness the sweet ,well done6 ,that scarce awoke a trance so still and blest4 ,ye who remember the long loving years1 ,the patient mother's hourly martyrdom1 ,the self-renouncing wisdom1 the calm trust1 ,rejoice for her whose day of rest is come6 ,father and mother1 now united1 stand ,waiting for you to bind the household chain2 ,the tent is struck1 the home is gone before1 ,and tarries for you on the heavenly plain4 ,by every wish repressed and hope resigned1 ,each cross accepted and each sorrow borne1 ,she dead yet speaketh1 she doth beckon you ,to tread the path her patient feet have worn4 ,each year that world grows richer and more dear ,with the bright freight washed from life's stormy shore2 ,o goodly clime1 how lovely is thy strand1 ,with those dear faces seen on earth no more6 ,the veil between this world and that to come ,grows tremulous and quivers with their breath2 ,dimly we hear their voices1 see their hands1 ,inviting us to the release of death4 ,o ,thou1 in whom thy saints above1 below1 ,are one and undivided1 grant us grace ,in patience yet to bear our daily cross1-- ,in patience run our hourly shortening race6 ,and while on earth we wear the servant's form1 ,and while life's labors ever toilful be1 ,breathe in our souls the joyful confidence ,we are already kings and priests with thee4 ,,summer ,,studies4 ,,why shouldst thou study in the month of ,june ,in dusky books of ,greek and ,hebrew lore1 ,when the ,great ,teacher of all glorious things ,passes in hourly light before thy door8 ,there is a brighter book unrolling now2 ,fair are its leaves as is the tree of heaven1 ,all veined and dewed and gemmed with wondrous signs1 ,to which a healing mystic power is given4 ,a thousand voices to its study call1 ,from the fair hill-top1 from the waterfall1 ,where the bird singeth1 and the yellow bee1 ,and the breeze talketh from the airy tree4 ,now is that glorious resurrection time ,when all earth's buried beauties have new birth3 ,behold the yearly miracle complete1-- ,god hath created a new heaven and earth6 ,no tree that wants its joyful garments now1 ,no flower but hastes his bravery to don2 ,god bids thee to this marriage feast of joy1 ,let thy soul put the wedding garment on4 ,all fringed with festal gold the barberry stands2 ,the ferns1 exultant1 clap their new-made wings2 ,the hemlock rustles broideries of fresh green1 ,and thousand bells of pearl the blueberry rings4 ,the long1 weird fingers of the old white-pines ,do beckon thee into the flickering wood1 ,where moving spots of light show mystic flowers1 ,and wavering music fills the dreamy hours4 ,illustration ,hast thou no time for all this wondrous show1-- ,no thought to spare8 ,wilt thou forever be ,with thy last year's dry flower-stalk and dead leaves1 ,and no new shoot or blossom on thy tree8 ,see how the pines push off their last year's leaves4 ,and stretch beyond them with exultant bound3 ,the grass and flowers1 with living power1 o'ergrow ,their last year's remnants on the greening ground4 ,wilt thou1 then1 all thy wintry feelings keep1 ,the old dead routine of thy book-writ lore1 ,nor deem that ,god can teach1 by one bright hour1 ,what life hath never taught to thee before8 ,see what vast leisure1 what unbounded rest1 ,lie in the bending dome of the blue sky3 ,ah6 breathe that life-born languor from thy breast1 ,and know once more a child's unreasoning joy4 ,cease1 cease to think1 and be content to be2 ,swing safe at anchor in fair ,nature's bay2 ,reason no more1 but o'er thy quiet soul ,let ,god's sweet teachings ripple their soft way4 ,soar with the birds1 and flutter with the leaf2 ,dance with the seeded grass in fringy play2 ,sail with the cloud1 wave with the dreaming pine1 ,and float with ,nature all the livelong day4 ,call not such hours an idle waste of time1-- ,land that lies fallow gains a quiet power2 ,it treasures1 from the brooding of ,god's wings1 ,strength to unfold the future tree and flower4 ,and when the summer's glorious show is past1 ,its miracles no longer charm thy sight1 ,the treasured riches of those thoughtful hours ,shall make thy wintry musings warm and bright4 ,,hours ,,of ,,the ,,night2 ,,or1 ,,watches ,,of ,,sorrow4 ,illustration ,i4 ,,midnight4 ,he hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been long dead4 ,,all dark6--no light1 no ray6 ,sun1 moon1 and stars1 all gone6 ,dimness of anguish6--utter void6-- ,crushed1 and alone6 ,one waste of weary pain1 ,one dull1 unmeaning ache1 ,a heart too weary even to throb1 ,too bruised to break4 ,no longer anxious thoughts1 ,no longer hopes and fears1 ,no strife1 no effort1 no desire1 ,no tears4 ,daylight and leaves and flowers1 ,summer and song of bird6-- ,all vanished6--dreams forever gone1 ,unseen1 unheard6 ,love1 beauty1 youth1--all gone6 ,the high1 heroic vow1 ,the buoyant hope1 the fond desire1-- ,all ashes now6 ,the words they speak to me ,far off and distant seem1 ,as voices we have known and loved ,speak in a dream4 ,they bid me to submit2 ,i do1--,i cannot strive2 ,i do not question1--,i endure1 ,endure and live4 ,i do not struggle more1 ,nor pray1 for prayer is vain2 ,i but lie still the weary hour1 ,and bear my pain4 ,a guiding ,god1 a ,friend1 ,a ,father's gracious cheer1 ,once seemed my own2 but now even faith ,lies buried here4 ,this darkened1 deathly life ,is all remains of me1 ,and but one conscious wish1-- ,to cease to be6 ,,ii4 ,,first ,,hour4 ,there was darkness over all the land from the sixth hour unto the ninth hour4 ,and ,jesus cried and said1 ,my ,god1 my ,god1 why hast thou forsaken me8 ,,that cry hath stirred the deadness of my soul2 ,i feel a heart-string throb1 as throbs a chord ,when breaks the master chord of some great harp2 ,my heart responsive answers1 ,why8 ,o ,lord4 ,o cross of pain6 ,o crown of cruel thorns6 ,o piercing nails6 ,o spotless ,sufferer there6 ,wert thou forsaken in thy deadly strife8 ,then canst thou pity me in my despair4 ,take my dead heart1 ,o ,jesus1 down with thee ,to that still sepulchre where thou didst rest2 ,lay it in the fair linen's spicy folds1 ,as a dear mother lays her babe to rest4 ,i am so worn1 so weary1 so o'erspent1 ,to lie with thee in that calm trance were sweet2 ,the bitter myrrh of long-remembered pain ,may work in me new strength to rise again4 ,this dark and weary mystery of woe1 ,this hopeless struggle1 this most useless strife1-- ,ah1 let it end6 ,i die with thee1 my ,lord1 ,to all ,i ever hoped or wished from life4 ,i die with thee3 thy fellowship of grief1 ,thy partnership with mortal misery1 ,the weary watching and the nameless dread1-- ,let them be mine to make me one with thee4 ,thou hast asked1 ,why8 and ,god will answer thee1 ,therefore ,i ask not1 but in peace lie down1 ,for the three days of mystery and rest1 ,till comes the resurrection and the crown4 ,,iii4 ,,second ,,hour4 ,they laid hold upon one ,simon a ,cyrenian1 and on him they laid the cross1 that he might bear it after ,jesus4 ,,along the dusty thoroughfare of life1 ,upon his daily errands walking free1 ,came a brave1 honest man1 untouched by pain1 ,unchilled by sight or thought of misery4 ,but lo6 a crowd3--he stops1--with curious eye ,a fainting form all pressed to earth he sees2 ,the hard1 rough burden of the bitter cross ,hath bowed the drooping head and feeble knees4 ,ho6 lay the cross upon yon stranger there1 ,for he hath breadth of chest and strength of limb4 ,straight it is done2 and heavy laden thus1 ,with ,jesus' cross1 he turns and follows him4 ,unmurmuring1 patient1 cheerful1 pitiful1 ,prompt with the holy sufferer to endure1 ,forsaking all to follow the dear ,lord1-- ,thus did he make his glorious calling sure4 ,o soul1 whoe'er thou art1 walking life's way1 ,as yet from touch of deadly sorrow free1 ,learn from this story to forecast the day ,when ,jesus and his cross shall come to thee4 ,o1 in that fearful1 that decisive hour1 ,rebel not1 shrink not1 seek not thence to flee1 ,but1 humbly bending1 take thy heavy load1 ,and bear it after ,jesus patiently4 ,his cross is thine4 ,if thou and he be one1 ,some portion of his pain must still be thine2 ,thus only mayst thou share his glorious crown1 ,and reign with him in majesty divine4 ,master in sorrow6 ,i accept my share ,in the great anguish of life's mystery4 ,no more1 alone1 ,i sink beneath my load1 ,but bear my cross1 ,o ,jesus1 after thee4 ,,iv4 ,,third ,,hour4 ,,the ,,mystery ,,of ,,life4 ,let my heart calm itself in thee4 ,let the great sea of my heart1 that swelleth with waves1 calm itself in thee4 ,,st4 ,,augustine',s ,,manual4 ,,life',s mystery--deep1 restless as the ocean-- ,hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro2 ,earth's generations watch its ceaseless motion1 ,as in and out its hollow moanings flow4 ,shivering and yearning by that unknown sea1 ,let my soul calm itself1 ,o ,christ1 in thee6 ,life's sorrows1 with inexorable power1 ,sweep desolation o'er this mortal plain2 ,and human loves and hopes fly as the chaff ,borne by the whirlwind from the ripened grain4 ,ah6 when before that blast my hopes all flee1 ,let my soul calm itself1 ,o ,christ1 in thee6 ,between the mysteries of death and life ,thou standest1 loving1 guiding1 not explaining2 ,we ask1 and thou art silent2 yet we gaze1 ,and our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining4 ,no crushing fate1 no stony destiny1 ,o ,lamb that hast been slain1 we find in thee6 ,the many waves of thought1 the mighty tides1 ,the ground-swell that rolls up from other lands1 ,from far-off worlds1 from dim1 eternal shores1 ,whose echo dashes on life's wave-worn strands1 ,this vague1 dark tumult of the inner sea ,grows calm1 grows bright1 ,o risen ,lord1 in thee6 ,thy piercd hand guides the mysterious wheels2 ,thy thorn-crowned brow now wears the crown of power2 ,and when the dread enigma presseth sore1 ,thy patient voice saith1 ,watch with me one hour4 ,as sinks the moaning river in the sea ,in silver peace1 so sinks my soul in thee6 ,illustration ,v4 ,,fourth ,,hour4 ,,the ,,sorrows ,,of ,,mary4 ,,dedicated ,,to ,,the ,,mothers ,,who ,,have ,,lost ,,sons ,,in ,,the ,,late ,,war4 ,i ,,slept1 but my heart was waking1 ,and out in my dreams ,i sped1 ,through the streets of an ancient city1 ,where ,jesus1 the ,lord1 lay dead4 ,he was lying all cold and lowly1 ,and the sepulchre was sealed1 ,and the women that bore the spices ,had come from the holy field4 ,there is feasting in ,pilate's palace1 ,there is revel in ,herod's hall1 ,where the lute and the sounding instrument ,to mirth and merriment call4 ,i have washed my hands1 said ,pilate1 ,and what is the ,jew to me8 ,i have missed my chance1 said ,herod1 ,one of his wonders to see4 ,but why should our courtly circle ,to the thought give further place8 ,all dreams1 save of pleasure and beauty1 ,bid the dancers' feet efface4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i saw a light from a casement1 ,and entered a lowly door1 ,where a woman1 stricken and mournful1 ,sat in sackcloth on the floor4 ,there ,mary1 the mother of ,jesus1 ,and ,john1 the belovd one1 ,with a few poor friends beside them1 ,were mourning for ,him that was gone4 ,and before the mother was lying ,that crown of cruel thorn1 ,wherewith they crowned that gentle brow ,in mockery that morn4 ,and her ears yet ring with the anguish ,of that last dying cry1-- ,that mighty appeal of agony ,that shook both earth and sky4 ,o ,god1 what a shaft of anguish ,was that dying voice from the tree6-- ,from ,him the only spotless1-- ,why hast ,thou forsaken me8 ,and was he of ,god forsaken8 ,they ask1 appalled with dread2 ,is evil crowned and triumphant1 ,and goodness vanquished and dead8 ,is there1 then1 no ,god in ,jacob8 ,is the star of ,judah dim8 ,for who would our ,god deliver1 ,if he would not deliver him8 ,if ,god could not deliver1--what hope then8 ,if he would not1--who ever shall dare ,to be firm in his service hereafter8 ,to trust in his wisdom or care8 ,so darkly the ,tempter was saying1 ,to hearts that with sorrow were dumb2 ,and the poor souls were clinging in darkness to ,god1 ,with hands that with anguish were numb4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in my dreams came the third day morning1 ,and fairly the day-star shone2 ,but fairer1 the solemn angel1 ,as he rolled away the stone4 ,in the lowly dwelling of ,mary1 ,in the dusky twilight chill1 ,there was heard the sound of coming feet1 ,and her very heart grew still4 ,and in the glimmer of dawning1 ,she saw him enter the door1 ,her ,son1 all living and real1 ,risen1 to die no more6 ,her ,son1 all living and real1 ,risen no more to die1-- ,with the power of an endless life in his face1 ,with the light of heaven in his eye4 ,o mourning mothers1 so many1 ,weeping o'er sons that are dead1 ,have ye thought of the sorrows of ,mary's heart1 ,of the tears that ,mary shed8 ,is the crown of thorns before you8 ,are there memories of cruel scorn8 ,of hunger and thirst and bitter cold ,that your beloved have borne8 ,had ye ever a son like ,jesus ,to give to a death of pain8 ,did ever a son so cruelly die1 ,but did he die in vain8 ,have ye ever thought that all the hopes ,that make our earth-life fair ,were born in those three bitter days ,of ,mary's deep despair8 ,o mourning mothers1 so many1 ,weeping in woe and pain1 ,think on the joy of ,mary's heart ,in a ,son that is risen again4 ,have faith in a third-day morning1 ,in a resurrection-hour2 ,for what ye sow in weakness1 ,he can raise again in power4 ,have faith in the ,lord of that thorny crown1 ,in the ,lord of the piercd hand2 ,for he reigneth now o'er earth and heaven1 ,and his power who may withstand8 ,and the hopes that never on earth shall bloom1 ,the sorrows forever new1 ,lay silently down at the feet of ,him ,who died and is risen for you4 ,,vi4 ,,day ,,dawn4 ,,the dim gray dawn1 upon the eastern hills1 ,brings back to light once more the cheerless scene2 ,but oh6 no morning in my ,father's house ,is dawning now1 for there no night hath been4 ,ten thousand thousand now1 on ,zion's hills1 ,all robed in white1 with palmy crowns1 do stray1 ,while ,i1 an exile1 far from fatherland1 ,still wandering1 faint along the desert way4 ,o home6 dear home6 my own1 my native home6 ,o ,father1 friends6 when shall ,i look on you8 ,when shall these weary wanderings be o'er1 ,and ,i be gathered back to stray no more8 ,o ,thou1 the brightness of whose gracious face ,these weary1 longing eyes have never seen1-- ,by whose dear thought1 for whose belovd sake1 ,my course1 through toil and tears1 ,i daily take1-- ,i think of thee when the myrrh-dropping morn ,steps forth upon the purple eastern steep2 ,i think of thee in the fair eventide1 ,when the bright-sandalled stars their watches keep4 ,and trembling hope1 and fainting1 sorrowing love1 ,on thy dear word for comfort doth rely2 ,and clear-eyed ,faith1 with strong forereaching gaze1 ,beholds thee here1 unseen1 but ever nigh4 ,walking in white with thee1 she dimly sees1 ,all beautiful1 these lovely ones withdrawn1 ,with whom my heart went upward1 as they rose1 ,like morning stars1 to light a coming dawn4 ,all sinless now1 and crowned and glorified1 ,where'er thou movest move they still with thee1 ,as erst1 in sweet communion by thy side1 ,walked ,john and ,mary in old ,galilee4 ,but hush1 my heart6 ',t is but a day or two ,divides thee from that bright1 immortal shore4 ,rise up6 rise up6 and gird thee for the race6 ,fast fly the hours1 and all will soon be o'er4 ,thou hast the new name written in thy soul2 ,thou hast the mystic stone ,he gives his own4 ,thy soul1 made one with him1 shall feel no more ,that she is walking on her path alone4 ,,vii4 ,,when ,i ,,awake ,i ,,am ,,still ,,with ,,thee4 ,,still1 still with ,thee1 when purple morning breaketh1 ,when the bird waketh and the shadows flee2 ,fairer than morning1 lovelier than the daylight1 ,dawns the sweet consciousness1 ,i am with ,thee6 ,alone with ,thee1 amid the mystic shadows1 ,the solemn hush of nature newly born2 ,alone with ,thee in breathless adoration1 ,in the calm dew and freshness of the morn4 ,as in the dawning o'er the waveless ocean ,the image of the morning star doth rest1 ,so in this stillness ,thou beholdest only ,thine image in the waters of my breast4 ,still1 still with ,thee6 as to each new-born morning ,a fresh and solemn splendor still is given1 ,so doth this blessed consciousness1 awaking1 ,breathe1 each day1 nearness unto ,thee and heaven4 ,when sinks the soul1 subdued by toil1 to slumber1 ,its closing eye looks up to ,thee in prayer2 ,sweet the repose beneath the wings o'ershading1 ,but sweeter still to wake and find ,thee there4 ,so shall it be at last1 in that bright morning ,when the soul waketh and life's shadows flee2 ,o1 in that hour1 fairer than daylight dawning1 ,shall rise the glorious thought1 ,i am with ,thee6 ,,pressed ,,flowers ,,from ,,italy4 ,illustration3 ,a ,,day ,,in ,,the ,,pamfili ,,doria4 ,a ,,day ,,in ,,the ,,pamfili ,,doria4 ,,though the hills are cold and snowy1 ,and the wind drives chill to-day1 ,my heart goes back to a spring-time1 ,far1 far in the past away4 ,and ,i see a quaint old city1 ,weary and worn and brown1 ,where the spring and the birds are so early1 ,and the sun in such light goes down4 ,i remember that old-times villa1 ,where our afternoons went by1 ,where the suns of ,march flushed warmly1 ,and spring was in earth and sky4 ,out of the mouldering city1 ,mouldering1 old1 and gray1 ,we sped1 with a lightsome heart-thrill1 ,for a sunny1 gladsome day1-- ,for a revel of fresh spring verdure1 ,for a race 'mid springing flowers1 ,for a vision of plashing fountains1 ,of birds and blossoming bowers4 ,there were violet banks in the shadows1 ,violets white and blue2 ,and a world of bright anemones1 ,that over the terrace grew1-- ,blue and orange and purple1 ,rosy and yellow and white1 ,rising in rainbow bubbles1 ,streaking the lawns with light4 ,and down from the old stone pine-trees1 ,those far off islands of air1 ,the birds are flinging the tidings ,of a joyful revel up there4 ,and now for the grand old fountains1 ,tossing their silvery spray1 ,those fountains so quaint and so many1 ,that are leaping and singing all day4 ,those fountains of strange weird sculpture1 ,with lichens and moss o'ergrown1 ,are they marble greening in moss-wreaths8 ,or moss-wreaths whitening to stone8 ,down many a wild1 dim pathway ,we ramble from morning till noon2 ,we linger1 unheeding the hours1 ,till evening comes all too soon4 ,and from out the ilex alleys1 ,where lengthening shadows play1 ,we look on the dreamy ,campagna1 ,all glowing with setting day1-- ,all melting in bands of purple1 ,in swathings and foldings of gold1 ,in ribands of azure and lilac1 ,like a princely banner unrolled4 ,and the smoke of each distant cottage1 ,and the flash of each villa white1 ,shines out with an opal glimmer1 ,like gems in a casket of light4 ,and the dome of old ,st4 ,peter's ,with a strange translucence glows1 ,like a mighty bubble of amethyst ,floating in waves of rose4 ,in a trance of dreamy vagueness ,we1 gazing and yearning1 behold ,that city beheld by the prophet1 ,whose walls were transparent gold4 ,and1 dropping all solemn and slowly1 ,to hallow the softening spell1 ,there falls on the dying twilight ,the ,ave ,maria bell4 ,with a mournful motherly softness1 ,with a weird and weary care1 ,that strange and ancient city ,seems calling the nations to prayer4 ,and the words that of old the angel ,to the mother of ,jesus brought1 ,rise like a new evangel1 ,to hallow the trance of our thought4 ,with the smoke of the evening incense1 ,our thoughts are ascending then ,to ,mary1 the mother of ,jesus1 ,to ,jesus1 the ,master of men4 ,o city of prophets and martyrs1 ,o shrines of the sainted dead1 ,when1 when shall the living day-spring ,once more on your towers be spread8 ,when ,he who is meek and lowly ,shall rule in those lordly halls1 ,and shall stand and feed as a shepherd ,the flock which his mercy calls1-- ,o1 then to those noble churches1 ,to picture and statue and gem1 ,to the pageant of solemn worship1 ,shall the meaning come back again4 ,and this strange and ancient city1 ,in that reign of ,his truth and love1 ,shall be what it seems in the twilight1 ,the type of that ,city above4 ,,the ,,gardens ,,of ,,the ,,vatican4 ,,sweet fountains1 plashing with a dreamy fall1 ,and mosses green1 and tremulous veils of fern1 ,and banks of blowing cyclamen1 and stars1 ,blue as the skies1 of myrtle blossoming1 ,the twilight shade of ilex overhead ,o'erbubbling with sweet song of nightingale1 ,with walks of strange1 weird stillness1 leading on ',mid sculptured fragments half to green moss gone1 ,or breaking forth amid the violet leaves ,with some white gleam of an old world gone by4 ,ah6 strange1 sweet quiet6 wilderness of calm1 ,gardens of dreamy rest1 ,i long to lay ,beneath your shade the last long sigh1 and say1 ,here is my home1 my ,lord1 thy home and mine2 ,and ,i1 having searched the world with many a tear1 ,at last have found thee and will stray no more4 ,but vainly here ,i seek the ,gardener ,that ,mary saw4 ,these lovely halls beyond1 ,that airy1 sky-like dome1 that lofty fane1 ,is as a palace whence the king is gone ,and taken all the sweetness with himself4 ,turn again1 ,jesus1 and possess thine own6 ,come to thy temple once more as of old6 ,drive forth the money-changers1 let it be ,a house of prayer for nations4 ,even so1 ,amen6 ,amen6 ,,st4 ,,peter',s ,,church4 ,,holy ,,week1 ,,april1 #ahfj4 ,o ,,fairest mansion of a ,father's love1 ,harmonious6 hospitable6 with thine arms ,outspread to all1 thy fountains ever full1 ,and1 fair as heaven1 thy misty1 sky-like dome ,hung like the firmament with circling sweep ,above the constellated golden lamps ,that burn forever round the holy tomb4 ,most meet art thou to be the ,father's house1 ,the house of prayer for nations4 ,come the time ,when thou shalt be so6 when a liberty1 ,wide as thine arms1 high as thy lofty dome1 ,shall be proclaimed1 by thy loud singing choirs1 ,like voice of many waters6 ,then the ,lord ,shall come into his temple1 and make pure ,the sons of ,levi2 then1 as once of old1 ,the blind shall see1 the lame leap as an hart1 ,and to the poor the ,gospel shall be preached1 ,and ,easter's silver-sounding trumpets tell1 ,the ,lord is risen indeed1 to die no more4 ,hasten it in its time4 ,amen6 ,amen6 ,,the ,,miserere4 ,,not of the earth that music6 all things fade2 ,vanish the pictured walls6 and1 one by one1 ,the starry candles silently expire6 ,and now1 ,o ,jesus6 round that silent cross ,a moment's pause1 a hush as of the grave4 ,now rises slow a silver mist of sound1 ,and all the heavens break out in drops of grief2 ,a rain of sobbing sweetness1 swelling1 dying1 ,voice into voice inweaving with sweet throbs1 ,and fluttering pulses of impassioned moan1-- ,veiled voices1 in whose wailing there is awe1 ,and mysteries of love and agony1 ,a yearning anguish of celestial souls1 ,a shiver as of wings trembling the air1 ,as if ,god's shining doves1 his spotless birds1 ,wailed with a nightingale's heart-break of grief1 ,in this their starless night1 when for our sins ,their sun1 their life1 their love1 hangs darkly there1 ,like a slain lamb1 bleeding his life away6 ,illustration ,cambridge3 ,electrotyped and ,printed by ,welch1 ,bigelow1 ,co4