Nothing too great for Him to do, The Prince, my Elder Brother is ; 'Tis but a little longer yet, To welcome home from exile Methinks when safely home at last, The golden streets and jasper walls The glories of The King. I'll pass all by; nor sighs nor sound Safe home at last! safe home at last! Unknown. THE PATRIARCH SAT ALONE. The patriarch sat alone. Before him lay Had placed the bitter cup for him to drink, That he might look beyond earth's transient hopes, And put his trust in God. Let others trust; And when their earthly hopes shall fail, look up I KNOW NOT THE WAY I AM GOING. I know not the way I am going, But well do I know my Guide; With a childlike trust I give my hand And bring me home at last." As when some helpless wanderer, Tells the guide his destined place of rest, And leaves all else in his hand; 'Tis home, 't is home that we wish to reach, He who guides us may choose the way; Little we heed what path we take, If we 're nearer home each day. FRAGMENT. I hear Hope singing, sweetly singing, And singing as if God had taught her, Still farther on! Oh, how much farther ? Count the milestones one by one. No! no counting, only trusting 'It is better farther on !" THE END. |