THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY. MATTHEW PRIOR. S through the artist's intervening glass A little we discover, but allow That more remains unseen than art can show: So whilst our mind its knowledge would improve Dawnings of beams, and promises of day. Heaven's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled sight: RECOGNITION IN HEAVEN. ANONYMOUS. HEN we hear the music ringing WHEN When sweet angels' voices singing, To the land of ancient story, Where the spirit knows no care In that land of life and glory Shall we know each other there? When the holy angels meet us, Shall we know the friends that greet us On us, as in days of yore? Shall we feel the dear arms twining Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices, And to them 'tis kindly given Thus their mortal friends to know. O ye weary, sad and tossed ones, Droop not, faint not by the way; REMINDERS OF HEANEN. WHE ANONYMOUS. HEN I gaze on the light of yon beautiful sky, And the curtains of azure unfolded on high; Their glory and splendor recall to my thought The blissful inheritance Jesus hath bought: I fancy the portals of heaven appear, And I feel at the moment-My home is not here. When I see all around me the flowers so bright, When I hear the glad song of the lark as she flies, ΤΗ REST IN HEAVEN. WILLIAM B. TAPPAN. HERE is an hour of peaceful rest There is a soft, a downy bed, And find repose—in heaven. There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, There Faith lifts up her cheerful eye, There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. SCORNING HEAVEN. JOHN MILTON. Speech of Belial. WHAT place can be for us. WH Within heaven's bound, unless heaven's lord We overpow'r! Suppose He should relent, Our envied Sov'reign, and His altar breathes MEDITATION OF HEAVEN. MY ISAAC WATTS. "I will lift up Mine Eyes to the Hills." thoughts surmount these lower skies, There springs of endless pleasure rise; |