Where the sun-blaze never scorches,
Where the starbeams cease to chill;
Where no trumpet stirs the echoes
Of the wood, or wave, or hill;
Where the morn shall wake in gladness,
And the noon the joy prolong;
Where the daylight dies in fragrance,

'Mid the burst of holy song ;—
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blessed!

Where no shadow shall bewilder,
Where life's vain parade is o'er,
Where the sleep of sin is broken,

And the dreamer dreams no more;
Where the bond is never severed,-

Partings, claspings, sobs and moans, Midnight waking, twilight weeping, Heavy noon-tide,-all are done. Where the child has found its mother, Where the mother finds her child; Where dear families are gathered, That were scattered on the wild ;Brother, we shall meet and rest 'Mid the holy and the blessed!

Where the hidden wound is healéd, Where the blighted life reblooms, Where the smitten heart, the freshness Of its buoyant youth resumes; Where the love that here we lavish

On the withering leaves of Time,
Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on,
In an ever spring-bright clime;
Where we find the joy of loving
As we never loved before-
Loving on unchilled, unhindered,
Loving once, and never more!
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blessed!

Where a blasted world shall brighten,
Underneath a bluer sphere;
And a softer, gentler sunshine

Sheds its healing splendor There; Where earth's barren vales shall blossom, Putting on her robes of green,

And a purer, fairer Eden

Be where only wastes have been,—
Where a King, in kingly glory,

Such as earth has never known,
Shall assume the Righteous Sceptre,
Claim and wear the holy crown;—
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blessed!

HEAVEN IN SONG.

THE LAND OF WHICH I DREAM.

HORATIUS BONAR.

URELY yon Heaven, where angels see God's face,
Is not so distant as we deem

From this low earth!-'Tis but a little space,
The narrow crossing of a slender stream;---
'Tis but a mist which winds might blow aside.
Yes, these are all that us of earth divide
From the bright dwellings of the glorified;-.
The Land of which I dream.

These peaks are nearer Heaven than earth below,
These hills are higher than they seem;

'Tis not the clouds they touch, nor the soft brow
Of the o'erbending azure, as we deem:

'Tis the blue floor of Heaven that they upbear,
And, like some old and wildly rugged stair,

They lift us to the land where all is fair,-
The Land of which I dream.

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; 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,-
The Land of which I dream.

NATURE OF HEAVEN.

And these keen stars, the bridal gems of night,
Are purer, lovelier than they seem;

Filled from the inner fountain of deep light,

They pour down Heaven's own beam;

Clear, sparkling, from their throne of glorious blue,
In accents ever ancient, ever new,

Of the glad home above, beyond my view,-
The Land of which I dream.

This life of ours, these lingering years of earth,
Are briefer, swifter, than they seem;

A little while, and the great second birth

Of Time shall come, the prophet's ancient theme. Then He, the King, the Judge, at length shall come, And from this desert, where we sadly roam, Shall give the Kingdom, for our endless home,The Land of which I dream.

MORE BLEST THAN EDEN.

BISHOP COXE.

THERE is a land like Eden fair,

But more than Eden blest;

The wicked cease from troubling There,
The weary are at rest.

There is a land of calmest shore,

Where ceaseless summers smile,

And winds, like angel-whispers, pour
Across the shining isle.

HEAVEN IN SONG..

There is a land of purest mirth,
Where healing waters glide;

And There, the wearied child of earth
Untroubled may abide.

There is a land where Sorrow's sons
Like ocean wrecks are tossed;
But There revive those weeping ones,
When life's dull sea is crossed.

There is a land where small and great
Before the Lord appear;

The spoils of fortune and of fate,
Whom heaven alone can cheer.

There is a land where star-like shine The pearls of Christ's renown ; And gems long buried in the mine Are jewels in His crown.

There is a land like Eden fair,

But more than Eden blest;
Oh, for a wing to waft me There,
To fly, and be at rest!