22 22 PILGRIM SONG. Our joys they will not share- That now await us there! Come, gladly, let us onward- Oh, let no voice of strife be heard, O brothers! soon is ended Endure a little longer, The race will soon be won! In yonder bright, eternal home, Where all the Father's loved ones come, We shall be safe and blest! NOT VERY FAR. Bonar. SURELY yon Heaven, where angels see God's face, Is not so distant as we deem From this low carth!-Tis but a little space, The narrow crossing of a slender stream ;- These peaks are nearer Heaven than earth below, "Tis the blue floor of Heaven that they upbear, These ocean waves, in their unmeasured sweep, Are brighter, bluer than they seem; True image here of the celestial deep, Fed from the fullness of the unfailing stream; 24 NOT VERY FAR. Heaven's glassy sea of everlasting rest, With not a breath to stir its silent breast, The sea that laves the land where all are blest,- And these keen stars, the bridal gems of night, Clear, sparkling, from their throne of glorious blue, Of the glad home above, beyond my view, The Land of which I dream. This life of ours, these lingering years of earth, A little while, and the great second birth Of Time shall come,-the prophets' ancient theme. Shall give the Kingdom, for our endless home,- THAT CITY! Helen L. Parmlee. I KNOW the walls are jasper, And to the sounds of harpings Flow under fruitful trees; Read in the sacred story, What more doth it unfold, Beside the pearly gateways And streets of shining gold? No temple hath That city, No sun nor moon enlighteneth ;- Ah, now the bright revealing, Where God is all in all? 26 26 THAT CITY! He fills the wide ethereal The Lamb amidst the throne! O Heaven, without my Saviour, When Night and Death shall cease? Speed on, O lagging moments! The hours, how slow they roll! |