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POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 ■JiVlNTEK . . 
 ItESUIiRKCTION lloi'K .. 
 
 I ' ' * * • • • a 
 
 >* The Glory THAT ExcELLKTii" .. 
 In Mi: MORI am 
 The New Year .. 
 
 SoNcis IN rHE House of mv Pilgrimage— 
 I. " Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing " 
 II. " Here we have no continuing city" 
 
 III. " Whom having not seen ye love " 
 
 IV. "But ye know Ilim; for He dwelleth with you, and 
 shall be in you." . . 
 
 V. "The children of light and the children of the day" , . 
 
 VI. " For ye died, and your life is hid with Christ in God " 
 
 VTI. "Lord, to whom shall we go? " . . 
 
 VIII. " Lord, if it he Thou, bid me come unto Thee on the 
 water" 
 
 IX. Longing 
 
 X. " Now are we the sons of God," etc. . . 
 
 XL " The Lord Jesus Christ, our hope " 
 
 XH. "To whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen" 
 
 Xill. "Abba, Father" 
 
 XIV. "The city which hath foundations," etc. . . 
 
 XV. " The time is short " 
 
 XVI. "Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him " 
 
 XVH. " They that sow in tears shall reap in joy '" 
 
 |oNE WITH God . . . . . . .... 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 R. Cameron died while arrangements were being made 
 |r the publication of this little volume; with the exception, 
 
 erefore, of a few pieces which appeared in an earlier col- 
 liction, and which are here reprinted, the accompanying 
 ibems could not be revised by their author while they were 
 passing through the press. Had they enjoyed that revision 
 i^ is possible that some alterations might have been made, 
 ||at they are here presented in the form in which they were 
 
 't by him. 
 
 Amid the pressing cares of pastoral work it was not in 
 r. Cameron's power to devote much time to such literary 
 ours as did not bear directly upon the duties of his office. 
 l|fe desired, however, to write something that might fitly ex- 
 |iess certain phases of Christian experience, and these 
 poems are, for the most part, the result of efforts in that 
 ection. 
 
 The translations from the Gaelic of Dugald Buchanan 
 
 111 commend themselves especially to those who are familiar 
 
 |th the original ; and it is hoped that the volume, as a whole, 
 
 ly be regarded as a worthy contribution to our devotional 
 
 >etry. 
 
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 WINTER. 
 
 Tnmslated from tJic Gaelic of Dti^ald Buchanan. 
 
 HE golden summer days have fled away, 
 And winter stern again assumes his reign; 
 The ruthless enemy, whose icy sway 
 
 Deforms the field and desolates the plain, 
 Invades our country with his hostile train 
 To trample under foot whate'er is fair, 
 
 ;Each line of grace and joy to blur and stain. 
 I|p pity moves his heart to wait or spare, 
 His aim to clothe the face of earth in cold despair. 
 
 II. 
 
 s darkening wings around us wide he spreads; 
 ;i<Behind him hides the gladsome sun from sight; 
 s cold-hatched brood from his domain he leads, 
 -^Each man and beast with pitiless scourge to smite. 
 ,nd now the feathery snow, so sheen and wliite, 
 scends incessant from the womb of heaven, 
 lAnd now the changeful hail's inconstant might, 
 Jth furious gusts of stormy north wind given, 
 
 e showers of deadly shot with sulphurous thunder 
 driven. 
 
POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 III. 
 
 Each tender shrub and odorous flower dies, 
 
 Whene'er his chilly breath around it blows ; 
 His wasteful lips, like nipping shears, he plies 
 
 To strip the garden of each blooming rose ; 
 
 The leafy grove his plundering fury knows. 
 The stately forest through its wide extent 
 
 Is bare and leafless, while the stream that flows 
 Adown the hill, or in the vale, content 
 To wander slow, is choked by icy barriers pent. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The frozen blast of his infuriate breast 
 
 Awakes the boisterous tempest in its might, 
 
 Ferments the ocean into wild unrest. 
 
 And drives the swelling billows foaming white 
 Upon the rocky shore, and on the height 
 
 Of every hill and mount congeals the snow 
 Into a sheet of diamonds glittering bright ; 
 
 The stars in heaven does he burnish so 
 
 Their brightened lights with dazzling brilliance glow 
 
 V. 
 
 ICach man and beast who, careless of his fate, 
 Neglected in due season to provide, 
 
 To undo his error finds it now too late. 
 
 Driven by the heedless tempest far and wide, 
 Foodlcss and shelterless, he must abide; 
 
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WINTER. 
 
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 ate, 
 
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 'or those who laboured hard and diligent 
 
 Their thrifty hoard with churlish feelings hide ; 
 'hey will not lend unto the indolent, 
 'hough in the snow he die with cold and hunger spent. 
 
 VI. 
 
 'he bee and ant, by certain instinct taught 
 The winter's danger to foresee and heed, 
 [n summer's golden days incessant wrought 
 To amass a store against the time of need ; 
 And now on grain and honey safe they feed, 
 [o want they know, no lingering famine fear, 
 f Nor storm nor tempest do they ever dread ; 
 ^Hid in the ground from frost and snow, they hear, 
 Scatheless, the howling tempest raging wildly near. 
 
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 3 VII. 
 
 The thoughtless flies that through the livelong day 
 
 In merry mood danced in the summer sun, 
 Wiling in careless sport the hours away, 
 Eager to enjoy the passing hour alone. 
 Heedless how soon their sporting span would run, 
 jAnd yield to tempest, gloom, and cold a place, 
 .■ Have left all preparation thus undone; 
 ifVnd now th'jy reap the fruitage of their ways, 
 jWhile everywhere they die, a self-devoted race. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 lit hark! thou aged ma.i, with earnest heart, 
 Receive the import of the tale you hear; 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 To you its words instruction sound impart, 
 
 Your life's nigh spent, and death is drawing near. 
 This is the winter that concerns you here ; 
 
 For if he find you unprepared to go, 
 Careless and indolent, 'tis much I fear 
 
 A death-bed preparation will not do 
 
 To save your soul from wrath and justice' coming blow, 
 
 IX. 
 
 High time to seek the Lord without delay, 
 
 Since now old age its marks has plainly shewn. 
 Thy locks, once dark, are turning thin and grey; 
 
 Thy teeth in gaps are few and useless grown; 
 
 Thy rugged face with wrinkles seamed and sewn ; 
 Thy forehead shorn ; thy bleared, uncertain eye 
 
 No more avails to lead thy steps alone. 
 Thy back, with weight of years, is bending nigh, 
 Instinctive to the earth, where thou so soon must lie. 
 
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 X. 
 
 The rills, which once flow'd spreading through thy frame. 
 
 With quick pulsation throbbing full and strong. 
 Merrily bounding through long years the same. 
 
 The rhythmic cadence of a ceaseless song, 
 
 I Live ceased their frolic mood, and move along 
 Sluggish and weak upon their torpid way. 
 
 The passion-fires, which flared when life was youni;, 
 Are dark and low, to ashes bumt away. 
 Leaving thy frame to cold and death a helpless prey. 
 
WINTER. 
 
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 ess prey. 
 
 XI. 
 
 |he bellows which supply the breath of life, 
 
 Useless and worn, to silence fast incline; 
 
 fhrivelled and dry they gasp in painful strife 
 
 With every short and laboured breath of thine. 
 
 Thy body fashioned with a skill divine, 
 
 A harp attuned to praise thy Sovereign Lord, 
 
 Refuses now to meet the grand design; 
 Sure sign of its decay does this afford ; 
 The worn and slacken'd strings will now no longer chord. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Ifouth's brilliant morning passed away full soon ; 
 The hour of manhood's mid- day strength is gone. 
 
 •^ne also life's bright transient afternoon ; 
 1 All red and lurid gleams thy setting sun. 
 The night of death, when no more work is done, 
 
 lip closing o'er thee dark and fearfully. 
 
 Oh! man, while now thy course is almost run, 
 
 faith and work neglected were by thee, 
 
 ^ake and act, or life thou nevermore shalt see. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 ;|ist as the life is spent to self and sin, 
 jOr given to God in pure and holy ways, 
 & must it end, when God the gift calls in, 
 ,|In misery dire, or never-ending praise. 
 The habit founded deep in early days, 
 nlinned through life by '^,\y or grave event, 
 Can now no more be rooted from its place; 
 
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 For true as truth the word by all consent 
 The twist an old tree has is seldom e'er unbent. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 And thou, strong stalwart youth, whose buoyant heart 
 
 Nor age nor weakness nor disaster fears. 
 From folly's treacherous ways betimes depart, 
 
 To wisdom's voice incline the ear that hears. 
 
 For, sure and fast, are coming with the years 
 Twin deadly ills, whose power you little know. 
 
 The age that robs, the fell disease that wears; 
 And if his grasp around thee either throw, 
 Thy light to gloom will turn, thy merriment to woe. 
 
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 The age that tracks thy steps with ceaseless tread 
 Will mark its presence with a startling blight. 
 
 On thy keen sight a twilight shade will spread, 
 And furrows deep in face and forehead write. 
 Thy glossy locks with chilling hoarfrost smite. 
 
 Thy bright and ruddy face, all blanched with pain, 
 Wan death will shadow with his coming night ; 
 
 And never warming sun nor softening rain 
 
 Will come to thee to bring thy youth-spring back again 
 
 XVI. 
 
 But worse, far worse, than this shall come to thee, 
 The failure of the powers of brain and mind. 
 
 Reason from day to day shall weaker be, 
 Sensati(jn duller grow, perception blind; 
 Thy memory deceitful thou shalt find ; 
 
WINTER. 
 
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 : to woe. 
 
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 )ack again 
 
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 lind, 
 
 'hy tact and shrewdness shall forsake thee quite ; 
 Thy mental being, stunted and confined, 
 ^nto thy dotage turned, a piteous sight; 
 'oolish and childish ways shall be thy whole delight. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 he moral powers shall suffer like decay. 
 |; The heart in evil set, impenitent, 
 l^^ith dull inertness holding on its way, 
 ;f No suasive power can change its downward bent, 
 J No pleading voice will win its glad consent, 
 |A.s, when with iron rind the earth is held, 
 A While winter reigns with all its force unspent, 
 tThough men and beasts in myriads tread the field 
 
 IThe stubborn glebe will scarce to the impression yield. 
 
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 f XVIII. 
 
 ^ark well the hurrying year's impressive round, 
 % And from its changing seasons wisdom gain. 
 [s autumn with a copious harvest crowned } 
 You must in spring have ploughed and sowed the 
 
 grain. 
 If, when the winter desolates the plain, 
 'our home with brightness, warmth, and comfort glow, 
 These blessings you by labour must obtain ; 
 lut if you fail the season's work to do, 
 'ou also must the fruit of timely toil forego. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 [If in the fertile spring-time of thy youth 
 You fail with watchful industry to sow 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 With liberal hand the seeds of love and truth, 
 The enemy his tares will broadcast strew ; 
 And these, be sure, without delay will grow 
 
 In every form of fleshly lust and ill. 
 
 For this is God's stern law for weal or woe, 
 
 In heaven and earth the same, inflexible, 
 
 The same that you have sown, that also reap you will. 
 
 XX. 
 
 If thus thy youth undisciplined is spent, 
 
 And youthful lusts and passions have their way, 
 As years advance so grows the evil bent, 
 
 And, like a wild horse, scorns the feeble sway. 
 
 The sapling, which you failed to root away,* 
 When rising young and feeble on the plain, 
 
 Through time will gain in strength by your delay; 
 And, as its branches spread to sun and rain. 
 Its roots within the earth a stronger hold obtain. 
 
 X.vl. 
 
 A thousand ills surround thy daily way, 
 
 Which death may bring to thee at any hour. 
 Oh! then, while there is time, do not delay 
 
 To make thy calling and election sure. 
 
 Of man's most frequent failure to secure 
 His aims and hopes, what is the common ground.? 
 
 Procrastination is the fatal power. 
 Repentance on a death-bed oft is found 
 As futile as to sow when winds of winter sound. 
 
 *Literally; "The sapling wliicli you failed to Iwist."" The idea is 
 taken from the Highland practice of making ropes of young sajilings by 
 twisting them. 
 
WINTER. 
 
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 XXII. 
 
 he earnest sun that, without stay or rest, 
 
 His way pursues in the still blue o'erhead, 
 
 s, night by night, he sinks into the west, 
 
 '% Marks out a stage in the death-march you tread. 
 
 I With aim unerring, and untiring speed, 
 If'hrough thy life's warp the noiseless shuttle flies, 
 
 j| Weaving a wondrous garment, thread by thread, 
 
 llV^hich, when complete at last in death It lies, 
 
 Ithe worms of earth shall unmolested make their prize. 
 
 % XXIII. 
 
 ^ilent and sudden, like the thief unseen, 
 v If the last solemn hour will come to thee, 
 Before thy startled soul, ah! what a scene. 
 Of sin unpardoned, and of wrath to be! 
 I Thy guilt and judgment thou shalt plainly see, 
 "While conscience, slumbering long, shall wake again, 
 I Torturing thy quickened senses ceaselessly, 
 JL torture harder for thee to sustain 
 ["han if thy flesh were torn by arts of keenest pain. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 lehold the doom of the imprudent fly. 
 
 Condemned by nature's law unpityingly; 
 pnsheltered in the winter it must die. 
 
 Because it spent the summer recklessly. 
 
 The lowly emmet's prudent foresight sec, 
 lud from his ways superior wisdom learn ; 
 
 While youth and health and time are still with thee, 
 fhy true, eternal interest discern ; 
 ^ay hold of life: — to God in all thy being turn. 
 
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 RESURRECTION HOPE. 
 
 Translated from the Gaelic of Dugald Buchanan. 
 
 IN thy silent dwelling sleeping, 
 Brother! rest in Jesus' keeping 
 Till the voice of the Archangel 
 
 Shall thy peaceful slumbers break. 
 Then, released from earth's pollution. 
 Safe from change and dissolution, 
 From thy sleep in joy and wonder. 
 
 Pure and deathless shalt thou wake. 
 
 God shall order thy adorning 
 Like the radiant sun of morning, 
 As he rises, fair and cloudless. 
 
 From the mountain's dusky brow. 
 And these orbs, so marred and sightless, 
 He shall dower with vision nightless, 
 Till, like stars of heaven, forever 
 
 In thy head they burn and glow. 
 
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 RESURRECTION HOPE. 
 
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 To thine ear shall then be given 
 Power to hear the praise of heaven, 
 Till thy being thrill responsive 
 
 To the songs the blessed sing, 
 And thy voice for praise eternal 
 Be endowed with grace supernal. 
 Clear and loud to raise the anthem 
 
 In the presence of the King. 
 
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 Then, as Chiist in power descending, 
 All the pomp of heaven attending. 
 Comes His faithful ones to gather 
 
 To His home of love and light, 
 Thou, from earth in joy upspringing. 
 To His throne thy glad way winging. 
 Swift shalt fly, as flies the eagle. 
 
 Joyous in his sunward flight. 
 
 From His lips in music sounding, 
 There, with angel hosts surrounding. 
 Gladdest welcome shall He give thee 
 
 To His heart and His abode. 
 There, unsullied and immortal. 
 Nevermore to leave its portal. 
 Endless life thou shalt inherit 
 
 In the fellowship of God. 
 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 ^'THE GLORY THAT EXCP:LLETH." 
 
 OFAIR the gleams of glory, 
 And bright the scenes of mirth, 
 That lighten human story 
 
 And cheer this weary earth; 
 But richer far our treasure 
 
 With whom the Spirit dwells; 
 Ours, ours in heavenly measure, 
 The glory that excels. 
 
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 The lamp-light faintly gleameth 
 Where shines the noon-day ray; 
 
 From Jesus' face there beameth 
 
 • Light of a sevenfold day; 
 
 And earth's pale lights, all faded. 
 The Light from heaven dispels, 
 
 But shines for aye unshaded 
 The glory that excels. 
 
*'THE GLORY THAT EXCEL LETH:* 
 
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 No broken cisterns need they 
 
 Who drink from living rills, 
 No other music heed they 
 
 Whom God's own music thrills. 
 Earth's precious things are tasteless, 
 
 Its boisterous mirth repels. 
 Where flows in measure wasteless 
 
 The glory that excels. 
 
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 Since on our life descended 
 
 Those beams of light and love. 
 Our steps have heavenward tended. 
 
 Our eyes have looked above, 
 Till through the clouds concealing 
 
 The home where glory dwells, 
 Our Jesus comes revealing 
 
 The glory that excels. 
 
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 FAIR as this world is, there is fairer far 
 Beyond the azure where the glory hides ; 
 We love this well, where home and loved ones are ; 
 We love that better where our Lord abides. 
 
 We watch with wistful eyes the curtained scene. 
 Whence gleams the glory down the dusk of night ; 
 
 How the heart pants to see the things unseen, 
 And step within the veil, where all is light! 
 
 O, this is ecstary! that we at last 
 
 Shall share His chosen's heritage above. 
 
 And gaze, as John did at the Paschal feast, 
 With wondering worship in the face of Love. 
 
 And shall we grudge when one we dearest hold 
 Springs from our clinging grasp with joy-lit eyes? 
 
 Is it aught strange that souls of heavenly mould 
 Should rise exultant to their native skies ? 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 
 
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 »nes are; 
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 ^e walk together down the vale of life, 
 And deem no love with ours can e'er compare ; 
 
 )ur claim Love questions ; sharp and short the strife ; 
 The crown of love 'tis Love alone must wear. 
 
 [e calls them, and they leave us, as the two 
 Who left their father on Bethsaida's strand. 
 
 Lh! well we know Who beckons them, and so. 
 Tearful and mute, in meek submission stand. 
 
 e too had gone if ours had been the call ; 
 % We soon shall follow when the call will come, 
 '^nd join our brother in the Banquet-Hall 
 ? In endless fellowship with Christ at home. 
 
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 THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 IT comes in darkness, as the others came, 
 Hiding its secrets from our longing eyes; 
 The profit and the loss, the praise and blame, 
 The disappointment sore, the glad surprise. 
 
 "O God, what will it bring us? — us and ours?" 
 We ask with trembling, as we forward gaze; 
 
 Shall it be sunshine bright and fruitful showers? 
 Or nights of sleepless care and weary days? 
 
 
 
 We can but wait with patience till the hour 
 Unfold the mystic doors and bring the light; 
 
 But, blessed be our God, our weal is sure, 
 The Lord is ever near, our guide and might. 
 
 Let us but hear His voice and we are calm, 
 
 Though tempests rage and darkness shroud our path, 
 
 Through the drear gloom shall rise the joyc .s psalm, 
 And faith shall thrive amid the sitrns of wrath. 
 
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 [is love, that led us safely through the last, 
 Shall guide us safely through the present year, 
 
 [is kingly bounty, that supplied the past, 
 Shall fill our lives with good, our hearts with cheer. 
 
 [e never failed us yet. He never will. 
 Eternal Truth can neither faint nor fail; 
 ^hate'er betide us, be it good or ill. 
 His boundless mercy shall in all prevail. 
 
 [Glory to God"— we thus begin the year^ 
 "Glory to God" shall be en earth our song, 
 ind, when our pilgrimage is ended here, 
 Eternity shall still the strain prolong. 
 
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 '^Sorroivful.yct always Rejoicing^ 
 
 THE night is dark, the way is long, 
 But sad and weary though I be, 
 Yet would I sing a joyous song 
 To Thee, my Lord, to thee. 
 
 My life, my joy, my hope, Thou art, 
 My light, in darkness guiding me; 
 
 I can but sing with grateful heart, 
 To Thee, my life, to Thee. 
 
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 I thank Thee that on earth, even now 
 At night a song Thou givest me; 
 
 And would with lowly spirit bow 
 One boon to ask of Thee. 
 
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 No wealth, no power, no fame I crave, 
 No life from care or trouble free, 
 
 A heart devoted, loyal, brave, 
 Is all I ask of Thee. 
 
 So shall I sing my fearless song. 
 
 Stormy and dark though night may be. 
 Nor think the journey sad or long, 
 
 My King, for love of Thee. 
 
 And soon before Thee, face to face, 
 I'll raise the Song of Jubilee 
 
 With all the loved and ransomed race, 
 Ever, my Lord, to Thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 **Here wc have no conthiuing city: but wc seek one 
 
 to come!' 
 
 THROUGH scenes of joy and sorrow 
 We hold our pilgrim way. 
 While aye the bright to-morrow 
 
 Lights up the dark to-day; 
 Our hearts oft brim with sadness, 
 
 And oft our eyes with tears; 
 Still gaze we on with gladness 
 Ikyond the pilgrim years. 
 
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 So pass we on unheeding, 
 
 Of life's wild fever dreams, 
 Our souls on manna feeding. 
 
 Our drink, the living streams. 
 In scenes of joy or sorrow 
 
 One hope surmounting all, — 
 The fair and sure to-morrow, 
 
 That knows no evening's fall. 
 
 Earth's fairest dawn but endeth 
 
 In shades of night full soon ; 
 The morn of Faith ascendeth 
 
 To high eternal noon ; 
 No shade of doubt need linger 
 
 The pilgrim's spirit o'er,^ 
 Still points Hope's constant finger 
 
 To glory's fadeless shore. 
 
 Our Lord is coming surely. 
 
 And surely we shall stand 
 In glory then securely, 
 
 By grace at His right hand. 
 Then welcome joy or sorrow 
 
 Let good or ill befall. 
 That fair and sure to-morrow 
 
 Will make amends for all. 
 
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 III. 
 
 " Whom having not Seen ye Love!^ 
 
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 LORD, I am Thine; Thy grace unsought 
 Stooped to redeem me from above, 
 My life from sin and bondage bought, 
 And bound me with the cords of love. 
 
 My eye has never looked on Thee, 
 My ear has never heard Thy voice, 
 
 But O, my Lord, Thou lovest me. 
 And in that love I now rejoice. 
 
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 'Mid toil and sorrow here I rove 
 With strangers in a world of sin, 
 
 But Thou wilt come from Heaven above. 
 And with Thy loved ones take me in. 
 
 Preserved and guarded by Thy grace 
 Into Thy home I shall be brought, 
 
 And I shall see Thee face to face, 
 
 With joy beyond the power of thought. 
 
 The bleeding brows once crowned with thorns, 
 
 With glory crowned I shall see, 
 The form once decked in robes of scorn, 
 
 Enrobed in peerless majesty. 
 
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 And I shall join the white-robed throng 
 That cast their crowns before the throne, 
 
 Ours, ours, the never-ending song, 
 The grace, the glory, all thine own. 
 
 O haste away, ye lingering days, 
 And bring the morning from above. 
 
 When we at last shall see His face 
 Whose love, unseen, has won our love. 
 
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 ^'Biit ye knoiv Him ; for He dwelleth zvith you ami 
 
 shall be in yoji!' 
 
 HAPPY day of grace and love ! 
 That saw Thee, Holy Fnirit, come, 
 A willing exile from above. 
 
 To make the church Thy temple home. 
 
 The breath of God in tongues of flame, 
 They saw Thee resting on each brow ; 
 
 The breath of God in fire, the same, 
 Within the heart we know Thee now. 
 
 For through the ages ceaselessly 
 The church Thy desert home has been, 
 
 As with the tribes that crossed the sea 
 The glory-cloud of old was seen. 
 
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 And now our Guide, oui Light Thoa art. 
 By whom alone the way we learn, 
 
 The present Christ within the heart, 
 And earnest sure of His return. 
 
 O shall we weary by the way. 
 
 Or shrink from peril, shame, or care, 
 
 With Thee our comforter and stay 
 That shame and peril all to share ? 
 
 Or shall we basely yield to sin, 
 
 And Christ our Lord and King deny. 
 
 With shadows cloud the light within, 
 And grieve Thee in Thy sanctuary ? 
 
 Forbid it, Lord ! with sacred awe 
 
 Help us to own ourselves as Thine, • 
 
 From Thee our strength and comfort draw 
 And guard with jealous care Thy shrine. 
 
 And let Thy pure and peaceful light 
 Glow in Thy temple more and more. 
 
 Till faith at length shall merge in sight, 
 And the long desert march is o'er. 
 
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 V. 
 
 " The children of light and the children of the day!' 
 
 
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 WE, a lost and rescued race 
 In a world by sin defiled, 
 Pardoned, justified by grace, 
 To our Father reconciled, 
 Children are of God above, 
 Objects of His grace and love. 
 
 Dark above us broods the night. 
 Sin and woe around we see ; 
 
 Bright within us shines the light, 
 Children of the day are we. 
 
 Travelling to our home above. 
 
 Joyful in our Father's love. 
 
 We in pain and care have wrought, 
 Yet must work in care and pain ; 
 
 Daily we with sin have fought. 
 And with sin must fight again ; 
 
 Children still of God above, 
 
 Happy in His care and love. 
 
 Our salvation is secure. 
 
 More than victors we shall be, 
 To the end we shall endure, 
 
 And our Lord in glory see ; 
 Children we of God above. 
 He will ne'er deny His love. 
 
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 Sing we then with joyous heart, 
 Move with steps unwearied on, 
 
 Bravely do and bear our part 
 Patient till the night is gone ; 
 
 Then we rise to God above, 
 
 Evermore to sing His love. 
 
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 {For ye died, and your life is hid with Christ in God'' 
 
 WE died with Christ our surety, 
 With Him we left the dead. 
 And in the heavens are seated 
 
 With our exalted Head. 
 The grave, and death and judgment 
 
 Behind forever lie, 
 Before us peace and glory 
 In life which cannot die. 
 
 With Christ our life is hidden 
 
 Secure in God above. 
 Within the calm untrodden, 
 
 Walled in by endless love ; 
 Beyond the scathe of sorrow. 
 
 Beyond the curse of sin. 
 Secure from outward trouble, 
 
 And safe from blight within. 
 
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 We may be oft in danger, 
 
 In sorrow oft we may, 
 The seven-fold heated furnace 
 
 May sometimes bar our way ; 
 Praise God ! we cannot perish, 
 
 All foes we can defy ; 
 With Christ our life is hidden, 
 
 And Christ can never die. 
 
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 We died to sin with Jesus ; 
 
 Then let our actions prove 
 His Resurrection's power, 
 
 The holy walk of love ; 
 With loins for ever girded, 
 
 With lamps for ever bright, 
 Until the Christ from heaven 
 
 Shall greet our longing sight. 
 
 The grave may claim this body. 
 
 This frame may turn to dust ; 
 'Tis but a short-lived triumph, 
 
 Our Lord shall keep His trust ; 
 Forth springing from Death's portal 
 
 We soon shall shout and sing 
 * O Grave, where is thy victory ? 
 
 And where, O Death, thy sting ? " 
 
 If sleeping then or waking, 
 The hour shall shortly come 
 
 When the azure veil shall open 
 And Christ will call us home ; 
 
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 Our life shall be unveiled 
 In light and power divine, 
 
 And we in glory with Him 
 For evermore shall shine. 
 
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 VII. 
 
 " Loj'dy to whom shall we go ? " 
 
 A FEEBLE, poor and helpless race, 
 In faith we cleave to Thee, O Lord, 
 Our help — Thy never-failing grace. 
 Our hope Thy ever faithful word. 
 
 As Moab's daughter left her home, 
 Her friends, her gods, for Israel's God, 
 
 So have we left our all to come 
 With Thee and Thine to Thy abode. 
 
 Homeless in all the world beside. 
 With Thee our lot must ever be ; 
 
 Where Thou abidest we abide, 
 
 And where Thou goest follow Thee. 
 
 Thy love has won us to Thy side. 
 Our wills to Thee Thou madest bow, 
 
 For life or death whate'er betide, 
 O Lord, we cannot leave Thee now. 
 
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 The world is dark without Thy smile, 
 Its dearest treasures worthless seem, 
 
 Even duty is but heartless toil, 
 And life's best aim an empty dream. 
 
 There is no song to charm the ear, 
 There is no love to fill the heart, 
 
 There is no hope to banish fear. 
 
 And peace and joy and strength t' impart. 
 
 But, in Thy presence, Lord, is light, 
 The sunshine of an endless day ; 
 
 Terror and darkness take their flight. 
 And love and peace attend the way. 
 
 Even labour then is sweet employ. 
 
 And hope mounts gladsome on the wing. 
 
 The heart's waste places sing for joy, 
 And winter wears the smile of spring. 
 
 O Jesus, this is heaven to know 
 
 Thy boundless love and share Thy grace, 
 No higher seek we here below. 
 
 Nor henceforth, but to see Thy face. 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 " '^.ord, if it be Thou, bid me come tmto Thee on 
 
 the water!' 
 
 DID me come upon the water, 
 -L' I will go to Thee 
 Through the dreariest gloom of midnight, 
 O'er the stormiest sea." 
 
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 Thus my heart with love o'erflowing, 
 
 While my eyes were dim, 
 Thinking only of my Saviour, 
 
 Of my love to Him. 
 
 Hark, that summons! how the accents 
 
 Made my heart rejoice; 
 "Come!" across the night it uttered, 
 
 Surely 'twas His voice! 
 
 Out I ventured, nothing recking 
 Of the tempest's might. 
 
 Under foot the treacherous billow, 
 O'er, the leaden night. 
 
 Ah, the darkness! it appalled me:- 
 
 Doubting stood I then. 
 Gazing for His form, and listening 
 
 For His voice again. 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 Doubts and fears began to gather: 
 
 Was the voice I heard 
 But the moaning of the night-wind 
 
 Shaped into a wori? 
 
 Was the form that faintly quivered 
 
 On my straining sight, 
 But a vagrant fancy painted 
 
 On the pall of night? 
 
 As I doubted thus, I tottered, 
 
 Sinking in the wave. 
 Crying out in fear and anguish, 
 
 "Save me, Master, save!" 
 
 And the Master stood beside mc, 
 
 While His voice I hear: 
 "Faithless one, why doubt and falter? 
 
 I am ever near." 
 
 Whether raged the sea I know not. 
 
 But I sank no more, 
 Walking with Him firm and fearless, 
 
 Till I reached tho shoie. 
 
 Now I go where'er He bids me, 
 
 Be it land or sea. 
 Safe with Him, and thinking only 
 
 Of His love to i)u\ 
 
 
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 IX. 
 
 Longing. 
 
 HE is coming from the ages, 
 Surely now He must be near; 
 Weary Nature! hush thy wailing, 
 If His footsteps we may hear. 
 Long has been the dreary watch-night, 
 
 Sick our hearts with hope deferred ; 
 Oh, my longing soul! be patient. 
 Resting on His faithful word. 
 
 Lord, how long? Thy plighted promise 
 
 Bids us trust the hour is nigh: 
 "Quickly, lo! I come:" Thousayest; 
 
 "Quickly, Lord," our hearts reply. 
 Blessed day of cv^less brightness, 
 
 Dawning on the troubled night. 
 When the glory, long expected, 
 
 Bursts upon our raptured sight. 
 
 Oh! to see Him crowned in glory, 
 
 Once by men in mockery crowned. 
 Join the myriad-voiced Ilosanna, 
 
 Raised by ransomed hosts around! 
 Oh! to fill the lowliest station 
 
 In Emmanuel's kingly train! 
 Solace this for many a lifetime 
 
 Spent in watching, toil, and pain. 
 
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 X. 
 
 ** Now are -wc the sons of God, and it doth not yci 
 appear ivJiat we shall be'' 
 
 SONS of God ! O peerless favour, 
 Kingliest gift of love Divine ! 
 Holy Father ! gracious Saviour ! 
 
 What transcendent grace is Thine ! 
 Sunk in guilt, from God and Heaven 
 
 Homeless, hopeless souls we strayed ; 
 Now in Christ redeemed, forgiven, 
 Sons and heirs of glory made. 
 
 Hopeless, homeless now no longer. 
 
 Though as yet away from home, 
 Hope is growing clearer, stronger, 
 
 As we near the rest to come. 
 Though we walk through toils and dangers, 
 
 Should our hearts be sad or weak } 
 Princes we, and kingly strangers. 
 
 While our Fatherland we seek. 
 
 Oh, to know our full salvation ! 
 
 Oh, to rest in perfect love ! 
 Boldly claim our royal station, 
 
 And our Sonship's right approve ! 
 To the likeness of our lirother 
 
 Daily growing nearness show ; 
 Learn to know and love each other, 
 
 Whom the world refuse to know ! 
 
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 Wait we thus until the morning 
 
 Break upon our dark abode, 
 And our Lord, from Heaven returning, 
 
 Manifest the Sons of God. 
 Then to see as now He sees us ! 
 
 Know Him as we now are known !. 
 Share the glory with our Jesus, 
 
 Reign with Him upon His throne \. 
 
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 " The Lord Jesus Christ, our hope!' 
 
 WE are pilgrims here, and strangers. 
 Travelling onward to our home ; 
 Hope of rest we cannot cherish 
 Till our Lord, our Hope is come ; 
 
 For our souls have seen His glory, 
 And our hearts are sick with love,. 
 
 And we cannot still their longing 
 Till we rest with Him above. 
 
 Not in weariness nor sorrow 
 
 Tread we life's rough, changeful way. 
 Our Redemption is approaching, 
 
 And we hail with joy the day ; 
 

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 Oh, 'tis sweet to wait with patience, 
 While for such a Hope we wait ! 
 
 Oh, 'tis joy to watch and labour 
 For a love so true and great ! 
 
 With such Hope we dare not linger 
 'Mid the scenes of bliss below ; 
 
 Well we knew, too well we loved them, 
 But we now no longer know. 
 
 All we know 's this — that Jesus 
 
 Gave his life to set us free ; 
 All our soul's deep, constant breathing. 
 
 Our dear Lord, to be v/ith Thee ! 
 
 Come, O come. Thou gracious Saviour ! 
 
 Quickly bring that joyful day, 
 When our eyes shall greet Thy coming. 
 
 On Thy glorious bridal way ! 
 
 Then our eyes shall see Thy glory, 
 And our hearts shall rest in love. 
 
 And our souls shall still their longing. 
 Ever more with Thee above ! 
 
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 XII. 
 
 *' To whom be the glory, for ever and ever, A nienr 
 
 ETERNAL Son of God most High ! 
 ' The eternal Father's image bright ! 
 We would with lowly hearts draw nigh, 
 And grateful hymn Thy grace and might ; 
 
 Thy grace that saved us at the first, 
 Raised us from death to life in Thee, 
 
 The chains of sin and error burst, 
 And bade us walk in liberty ! 
 
 Thy grace that led us safe till now, 
 Through all the dangers of the past, 
 
 That grace shall bring us safely through. 
 Till crowned as conquerors at last. 
 
 And let our crowns be e'er so bright, 
 
 Those crowns — we'll cast them at Thy feet ; 
 
 Thine, Thine alone, the grace and might, 
 Whereby we're made for glory meet ! 
 
 Thine be the glory — Thine the praise, 
 Eternal King ! — Incarnate Lord ! 
 
 Both now and to eternal days. 
 By saints and angel hosts adored ! 
 
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 XIII. 
 
 '' Abba, Fatherr 
 
 HID in unapproached glory, 
 Far removed from mortal eye, 
 Angel armies bow before Thee, 
 Holy, holy, holy cry ; 
 Abba, Father ! 
 Thee v/e call. ) God most high ! 
 
 Humble, reverent, yet fearless, 
 
 With the saints we take our place ; 
 
 'Twas Thy love and wisdom peerless. 
 Snatched us from our hellward race ; 
 Abba, Father ! 
 
 Thou hast saved us by Thy grace. 
 
 'Twas Thy love and grace that sought us 
 
 Wandering far in misery ; 
 From our helpless bondage bought us, 
 
 Gave Thy Son for us to die ; 
 Abba, Father ! 
 Thou Thyself hast brought us nigh.- 
 
 Thou hast given to us Thy Spirit, 
 Sons and heirs of Thee to be ; 
 
 Born the Kingdom to inherit 
 With our Lord cternaMy ; 
 Abba, Father ! 
 
 All the glory be to Thee ! 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 " The city which hatJi foundations, whose builder and 
 
 maker is God!' 
 
 A PILGRIM band are we, 
 Upon the earth unknown, 
 Looking abroad with happy hearts, 
 Where we no portion own. 
 
 We have no city here, 
 No dwelling place have we ; 
 Homeless amid the homes of earth — 
 Aniid its troubles free. 
 
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 Our city is above — 
 Jerusalem the free : 
 We cannot stay, we cannot rest, 
 Till we its joys shall see. 
 
 The New Jerusalem, 
 Oh ! how surpassing fair ! 
 Decked out in royal majesty. 
 In light and glory rare. 
 
 That is our native land ; 
 Among the twice-born race 
 As citizens we now are known, 
 
 And soon will claim our place. 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 
 There is our King and Lord, 
 There shall we see His face, 
 There in His presence shall we dwell 
 With all the blood-bought race. 
 
 His advent now we wait 
 To bring us to our home, 
 And pray with longing, hopeful hearts 
 O ! come. Lord Jesus, come ! 
 
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 *' TJic Time is Short." 
 
 COURAGE, ye fainting saints 
 Who tread the narrow road 
 With weary, bleeding feet, nor sink 
 
 Beneath life's heavy load ! 
 Tis but a little while ; 
 
 Be patient and endure ; 
 The time is short, the end is near, 
 And your reward is sure. 
 
 If sore oppressed with ills, 
 
 With trouble, toil, and care — 
 Fightings without, and fears within- 
 
 Oh do not still despair ! 
 'Tis but a little while ; 
 
 Lift up the languid eye ; 
 The battle's almost won, and your 
 
 Redemption draweth nigh. 
 
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 Though now the howling winds 
 
 Blow fierce, the curtained night 
 Be dark and cheerless, nor the East 
 
 Betoken warmth or light ; 
 "I'is but a little while ; 
 
 The storm shall pass away, 
 And calm, and light, and beauty come 
 
 With never-ending day. 
 
 Yea, though the frequent fires 
 
 Of trial's furnace burn 
 With seven-fold fury, and the eye 
 
 No issue can discern ; 
 'Tis but a little while ; 
 
 And then the Lord will come. 
 And call our weary souls to rest 
 
 For evermore at home. 
 
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 '* Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Hini'^ 
 
 1 ES ! it is best, 
 Though wave on wave of trial o'er us sweep ; 
 
 And seeking rest, 
 We're tossed about upon a restless deep. 
 
 Oft on the brink 
 Of ruin, 'mid wild seas and wilder sky, 
 
 We cannot sink ; 
 A Presence breathes around us — Christ is nigh. 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 The crested deep 
 Kis pathway is ; the stormy winds His wings ; 
 
 He does not sleep 
 When cloud-robed Night her gloom and terror brin 
 
 He trod the wave 
 When winds descended fierce from Hermon's height 
 
 Intent to save 
 His loved ones in that wild and starless night. 
 
 Still He is nigh ; 
 Though oft we see Him not for blinding spray, 
 
 Or tear-dimmed eye ; 
 Wq/ccI Him, and in trust pursue our way. 
 
 Our hearts are sad, 
 And breaking almost, sometimes, but we seek 
 
 No other road ; 
 Tlie spirit fears not, though the flesh is weak. 
 
 *Tis best ; we know 
 'Tis best ; we would not even wish to move 
 
 One pain, or woe, 
 Or sorrow from our path. We know 'tis love 
 
 Hath planned the whole ; 
 And when at last we've gained the heavenly rest, 
 
 From that blest goal 
 We can look back, and see that all was best. 
 
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 XVII. 
 
 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy!' — Ps. 126. 5. 
 
 ;l Working and waiting stiii, 
 
 Scattering the seed fronn morn till eventide, 
 %o harvest blessing comes with joy to fill 
 Our bosom's yearning void. 
 
 We watch with weary eyes 
 or early shower or latter rain ; alas! 
 'Ihe barren earth as iron seems, the skies 
 A firmament of brass. 
 
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 Yet must we not give way 
 fo weakening doubt, but trust upon the Lord 
 ■hat we shall reap in due time, if we stay 
 
 Our hope upon His word. 
 
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 In the approaching years 
 [ome seedling struggling through the clods of earth, 
 ^atered with sighs and prayers in dimming tears. 
 May spring to glorious birth, 
 
 rest, 
 
 And in our presence grow 
 'o cheer us with the Master's favouring smile. 
 Leaping with thankful hearts while still below. 
 
 The first-fruits of our toil. 
 
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 POEMS AND HYMNS. 
 
 Or if our work should end — 
 The busy feet be still, the lips be mute, 
 Ere we have reaped, another, God will send 
 
 To gather in the fruit. 
 
 Then let us faithful prove, 
 Sowing with lavish hand the precious grain, 
 Assured that if we sow in faith and love, 
 Our work shall not be vain. 
 
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 ALONE WITH GOD. 
 
 LONE with Thee, my God ! when morn is breaking- 
 With soften'd radiance from the glowing east ; 
 
 en shadows vanish and the soul is waking 
 
 o light and labour from its slumbers past ; 
 one with Thee ! from Thy pure word to gather 
 
 uidance and courage for the coming day ; 
 
 plead the care and blessing of my Father, 
 
 re setting out upon the narrow way. 
 
 lone with Thee, my God ! when noon-day swelters- 
 ^IWith swooning heat, a moment from the strife, 
 1P rest beneath the shadowing rock which shelters 
 
 The gushing fountain of the stream of life ; 
 /lb drink and feel the living draught restoring 
 
 My faint and jaded frame with full-tide strength ; 
 *%i drink, and so receive with heart adoring 
 
 The assurance of full victory at length. 
 
 |(^one with Thee, my God ! when shades are falling,. 
 And day's appointed task is almost done ; 
 id through the gloom the Master's voice is calling 
 [The souls to rest whose race is nobly run ; 
 
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 Alone with Thee ! in that dread hour to gather 
 Strength for the parting journey from Thy wore 
 
 To seek for grace and pardon from my Father, 
 Ere I lie down to sleep in Christ, my Lord. 
 
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 Ever with Thee, my God ! in morning ardor, 
 
 In noon-day heat and weakness, and at eve 
 When flesh and heart fail, and the welcome warder 
 
 Echoes the blessed home-call to relieve. 
 Ever with Thee ! when life's brief toil is over. 
 
 Nor morn, nor eve shall more divide the day, 
 With deepening love and wonder to discover 
 
 The grace that led me through the toilsonn' way, 
 
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 OUT OF THE DEPTHS. 
 
 \hen I said. ! am cast out of thy sight ; yet I will looL- 
 xgain toward thy holy temple.'' — Jonah, chap. ii. 4, 
 
 |H God ! ill mercy deign a pitying glance 
 Unto a wretched creature, bowing down 
 [Low at Thy feet in bitterness of soul 
 (And heart with sorrow brimful. Hear, O God ! 
 [And save me in Thy love from going down 
 [Quick into hopeless ruin ; Thou hast found 
 JA ransom for me. For His sake who bore 
 The bitter curse and drank the cup for me, 
 |My life deliver. Stay not ! Haste, Oh haste ! 
 |My soul stands trembling on the brink of Hell, 
 Ready to slip into the jaws of death. 
 [The enemy triumphs with malicious joy 
 Above the prey as if it were his own 
 Already. Clouds and thickest darkness veil 
 That gracious countenance whence used to flow 
 The beams of light and love which made my life 
 A foretaste of the life above, and gave 
 A blessedness the world can never give 
 
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 Nor take away. And now in misery 
 And utter wretchedness I lie before thee, 
 Burdened with the consciousness of Thy displca? 
 Which I a thousandfold have merited 
 For my unfaithfulness to Thee my King. 
 'Tis darkness all within, and darkness round 
 On every side ; my eyes with looking up 
 And waiting for the expected day-spring fail. 
 It never comes. How long } O Lord, how lon^i 
 
 But thou art gracious, merciful, and just 
 In all thy doings ; mine alone the guilt. 
 I've wandered far from Thee, like a lost sheep 
 Deceived by pleasant fields before me seen. 
 And ever seeming fairer to the sight. 
 But as I reached them one by one, I found 
 Them gall and wormwood to my taste. But I, 
 The shadow followed still, though at each stop 
 The briars tore my feet, and o'er my head 
 The thunder rolled, and forked lightnings flaslinlJ 
 And now I cannot go ; for on my path 
 The darkness from eternal hills has fallen, 
 Enfolding me as in a living tomb ; 
 And mocking voices through the gloom, cry "LonI 
 Lost ! Lost :"— Lost ! am I, O my God } 
 Where art Thou, gracious One, who savest those 
 Who call upon Thee when nought else can save. 
 
 I cannot see Thee, but I call to Thee. 
 Shall darkness evermore Thy face conceal, 
 And dread despair shut up my hopeless soul 
 
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 In dumb and nerveless death for evermore ? 
 No ! No ! It cannot be ! Can darkness hide 
 From Thee the supplicant ? Can thick clouds shut 
 
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 His prayer from Thy Mercy seat ? Art Thou 
 Not stronger than the Grave, and Death, and Hell? 
 Is not Thine arm Omnipotent to snatch 
 From deepest depths of ruin ? Is not Thy love 
 P>om all eternity ? And is it not 
 To endless ages changeless ? Hast thou not 
 So loved the world as to give up Thy Son — 
 Thine only and beloved Son — to die 
 That whosoever looks to Him in faith, 
 Might never, never perish ? Is He not 
 The living One who died and rose again, 
 And liveth evermore ? Who over Death, 
 And Hell, and Satan triumphed, and has now 
 The kevs of Death and Hell, and whom He saves 
 Shall never, never perish ? Is He not 
 The Shepherd of the flock, and follows after 
 The wanderers from the lold ? 
 
 Oh ! hear me then, 
 Thou gracious Shepherd ! In Thy mighty arms, 
 The guilty, wandering sheep bear to the fold ; 
 That 'mong the hosts of heaven there may be joy, 
 That I, redeemed, Thy mercy may proclaim. 
 On earth to men, and evermore in Heaven, 
 Sing hallelujahs to Thy Holy Name. 
 

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 UNDER THE UPAS TREE. 
 
 COME, I will tell you what I have seen 
 Under the upas tree, 
 Whose clustered leaves look so fresh and green, 
 Revealing the rich ripe fruit between ; 
 Oh ! false is all to him who hath been 
 Under the upas tree. 
 
 There is many a sad and woeful sight 
 
 Under the upas tree ; 
 Skeleton leaves which once shone biright, 
 Flowers withered in a night, 
 And fruit smit through with a deadly blight, 
 
 Under the upas tree. 
 
 There are broken resolves all lavishly strewn 
 
 Under the upas tree ; 
 Hudded hopes which have never blown, 
 Blighted seedlings in tears once sown, 
 Noble designs, at the first overthrown, 
 
 Under the upas tree. 
 
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 There are fair young faces grown old with care 
 
 Under the upas tree ; 
 Clouded minds which once promised fair, 
 Broken and bleeding hearts are there, 
 And souls which languish in nerveless despair, 
 
 Under the upas tree. 
 
 And yet in our land we let it grow, 
 
 This baneful upas tree ; 
 It towers o'er the roof-tree of high and low. 
 Swaying its branches to and fro. 
 Scattering its poison o'er all below — 
 
 The fatal upas tree. 
 
 We vainly try to thin it out. 
 
 This dark-shaded upas tree ; 
 With gossamer fence we fence it about. 
 But from Heaven there comes a mighty shout, 
 ' Tis the voice of God the world throughout — 
 Cut Down the Upas Tree! 
 
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 THE HERE AND THE HEREAFTER. 
 
 It is not always May, 
 Nor does the sun forever cloudless shine ; 
 
 Dark shadows aye 
 On earth with brightest sungleams intertwine. 
 
 The morning streams 
 From orient mountains with its flood of light ; 
 
 Yet soon those beams 
 Shall waiting stand before the gates of Night. 
 
 The flowers of Spring 
 Shall fall and wither where they sweetly rose ; 
 
 The lark's light wing 
 Shall droop at length in silence and repose. 
 
 All things must die, 
 Or change, or wither, or be lost in gloom ; 
 
 Beneath the sky 
 There's but one certain destiny — the tomb. 
 
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 And yet not all ! 
 Athwart the clouds soft rays of sunlight stray;, 
 
 And where they fall 
 They fill the soul with never-ending day. 
 
 The flowers which grow 
 Within the Christain's heart nor fade, nor die ;• 
 
 But bright below, 
 Shall brighter bloom around the throne on high. 
 
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 DAYDREAMS AND PURPOSES. 
 
 \A Poem read at the close of Session i862-j, Queen^s University ^Kinphm . 
 
 PPOLOGUE. 
 
 ONCE more we meet. For many a day 
 We have lived and loved and laboured here, 
 And now before we pass away, 
 
 Would spend one hour of social cheer. 
 
 "The years in varying change have flown 
 Since first we met within this place, 
 
 And many a bud of hope has blown, 
 And sorrow clouded many a face. 
 
 Shall we then now these scenes recall 
 And trace the records of the past ? 
 
 Ah no ! The lay would heedless fall 
 This night in silence let them rest. 
 
 What is the Past } Tis but a dream 
 Where Passion's voice in silence falls, 
 
 And gleams of Memory fitful stream 
 
 Like moonbeams through the empty halls 
 
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 Of ruined castle, old and lone, 
 On some wild headland by the nnain ; 
 
 The revellers long since are gone, 
 And never shall return agrain. 
 
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 And Quiet sits upon the wall 
 
 And listens to the fitful moan 
 Of restless waves that rise and fall 
 
 But tell no story but their own. 
 
 Its joys are like the broken strings 
 Of harp that sounded through the night, 
 
 When song and dance awoke the springs 
 Of merriment and wild delight. 
 
 Its sorrows like the broken chain 
 That rusts within yon dungeon keep. 
 
 It wakes no more a double pain. 
 Nor clanks to make the captive weep. 
 
 Its hopes — alas ! what were they eer, 
 
 But gossamer webs in moonlight wrought, 
 
 And rent before a breath of air 
 They broke, and strewed the wold with — nought. 
 
 And now that Passion's tide runs high 
 And glimmers in the sunlight bright, 
 
 We can't afford a smile or sigh 
 For byegone pain or past delight. 
 
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 For facing manhood's grand ideal 
 Eager its mystery to unseal, 
 
 These shadowy scenes are too unreal 
 The impatient heart's desires to fill. 
 
 Let then the Past her treasured dead 
 Of joys and griefs in silence hoard, 
 
 We will not wake her from her bed, 
 A ghost beside our festive board. 
 
 While Fancy with a fearless hand, 
 Her harp attunes to a bolder key 
 
 Through the circle of the mystic land, 
 And revels in the bliss to be. 
 
 PART I. — DAYDREAMS. 
 
 O Spring ! what beauty slumbering lies 
 Within thy wide extended bounds. 
 What harmonies of heavenly sounds. 
 
 What blendings of all brightest dyes. 
 
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 The mantling snow has passed away, 
 The ice-bound brooklets leaping run. 
 And wakening 'neath a kindlier sun 
 
 The Earth prepares her bridal day. 
 
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 Resistless energies diverge 
 Through Nature's frame in every part, 
 The life-blood coursing from the heart 
 
 Throbs quivering to the farthest verge, 
 
 Swells in the maple's bursting leaf, 
 Trills In the robin's morning glee ; 
 The promise of the wealth to be, 
 
 When Harvest binds the golden sheaf. 
 
 We gaze upon the awakening earth 
 And verdure struggling into life, 
 Impatient of the silent strife, 
 
 And longing for the fuller birth 
 
 Which Summer brings in flower and leaf 
 When earth assumes her regal dress, 
 Nor statlier Autumn crowns the less 
 
 With russet leaves and ripened sheaf. 
 
 What joys are thine, O manhood's Spring! 
 
 What promise of the days to be, 
 
 When Youth full-leafed and flowered shall see 
 The Autumn richer trophies bring ! 
 
 And standing here upon the shore 
 Of Life, impatient of delay, 
 Our souls would rise and haste away 
 
 Its hidden treasures to explore. 
 
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 Come Fancy! launch upon the sea 
 Of future bliss and boundless joy, 
 
 Where Love and Hope have no alloy, 
 And life is nought but harmony. 
 
 Let Reason close his dotard eyes, 
 Let Doubt assume an angel smile. 
 
 And fairy Fancy lead the while, 
 And revel in her fantasies. 
 
 The waters sparkle in the light, 
 
 The sails are filled with perfumed air. 
 
 And all in heaven and earth is fair. 
 And fairer grows upon the sight. 
 
 Delicious music fills the soul 
 
 And blends with thousand harmonies. 
 While distant murmurs o'er the seas 
 
 Their deep-toned diapason roll. 
 
 Before us o'er the smiling deep 
 Bright palaces and groves arise. 
 
 And bathed in sunlight, to the skies 
 
 Green mountains rear their flowery steep. 
 
 A magic loveliness surrounds 
 The fairy landscape near and far. 
 The gem-like glimmerings of a star 
 
 Bedewing it through all its bounds. 
 
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 [Joy ! joy ! Let every voice ring clear, 
 Joy ! joy ! Let sea and sky resound, 
 And Love and Youth in eddying round 
 
 [Dance giddy as the shout they hear. 
 
 [ — Hush ! I am weary of my lay. 
 It is not real ; my soul would clasp 
 The Phantom, but it shuns my grasp,. 
 
 [And fades in cold damp mist away. 
 
 [y aching head is zoned with pain, 
 I wake from out my flimsy dream ; 
 The strings have snapped ; my eyes are dim,. 
 [And emptiness and darkness reign. 
 
 PART II. — PURPOSES. 
 
 Once more, my Harp, attune thy strings 
 To nobler, loftier, holier strains. 
 Calm Hope, and Faith which e'er remains 
 
 iThe substance of eternal things. 
 
 |I/ife is a noble thing and true, 
 A priceless gift from God above. 
 Which may be wrought in deeds of love 
 
 Or filled with crimes of blackest hue, 
 
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 Or squandered thriftless in pursuit 
 Of pleasure and inferior joy, 
 Which mar the spirit, and destroy 
 
 Each flower which else might grow to fruit. 
 
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 Ours be the nobler task to use 
 Our life subservient to its end. 
 And all our powers with vigour bend 
 
 To action in the path we choose ; 
 
 To work the work that God has given, 
 To grow in truth from hour to hour, 
 In purity and love and power. 
 
 The traits that mark the Sons of Heaven 
 
 To battle with each giant wrong 
 Which meets us on our daily road, 
 To boar the weaker brother's load, 
 
 And aid in right the brave and strong. 
 
 The mount of life before us lies — 
 
 True life of noble thoughts and deeds ; 
 Peak beyond peak in light recedes, 
 
 Summit o'er summit seeks the skies. 
 
 The good and great of other times, 
 
 Who climbed those heights and delink tho>;| 
 streams, 
 
 And bask immortal in the beams 
 
 All glorious of unfading climes, 
 
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 Have left their footprints on the road, 
 Rugged and rough, which upwards leads. 
 To teach us by their godlike deeds 
 
 How we may gain that blest abode. 
 
 Come, let us go, nor longer stay 
 
 Where Pleasure tempts with luring smile ; 
 
 Strain every nerve to generous toil. 
 In dust and sweat to gain the day. 
 
 Like them, above the crowd to rise, 
 Like them, while we have life to live, 
 And take of all that lif can give 
 
 The highest and the worthiest prize. 
 
 What though beside us pale-faced Fear 
 And faltering Doubt our pathway cross, 
 And point to Failure and to Loss, 
 
 Twin spectral sisters hovering near, 
 
 We heed not. On our listening soul 
 VaW harmonies of coming times. 
 And stirring rails and bracing chimes 
 
 O'er rainbow-arched valleys roll. 
 
 And He who travailed in tlie race, 
 
 And life's rough pathway bravely trod, 
 Resisting even unto blood, 
 
 To gain for us a liighcr place, 
 
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 And open life's high portals wide, 
 That we may enter in and view, 
 Through opening vistas ever new 
 
 The home where Love and Truth abide, 
 
 Stands over all to cheer us on ; 
 Extends to us the helping hand, 
 To lead us to that glorious land 
 
 By paths which He pursued alone. 
 
 Come, let us go, nor lingering stay, 
 While life and glory call us on 
 To a loftier than an empire's throne, 
 
 A prouder than triumphal day. 
 
 And so those seeds of soul desire 
 Which spring to being here below. 
 Shall spite of storm and tempest grow 
 
 With hourly growth from high to higher. 
 
 Till God shall end this yearning strife 
 And we shall know our nobler birth, 
 And Spring's bright promise shall bring forth 
 
 The Harvest of an endless Life. 
 
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