Call not such hours an idle wafte of life ; Land that lies fallow gains a quiet power; So fhall it be with thee, if restful still And when the summer's glorious fhow is paft, OLD AGE. ONLY WAITING. A very aged Christian, who was so poor as to be in an almshouse, was afked what he was doing now. He replied, "ONLY WAITING." NLY waiting till the fhadows Only waiting till the glimmer From the heart once full of day; Only waiting till the reapers Have the last sheaf gathered home; And the autumn winds have come. The laft ripe hours of my heart, Only waiting till the angels Only waiting till the shadows Of the day's last beam is flown: THE BORDER LAND. FAT ATHER! into Thy loving hands While wandering in these border-lands. Father! I would not dare to choose I know not what my soul might lose These border lands are calm and stiĺl, I heard them spoken of with dread, But fince Thy hand hath led me here, And I have seen the border land,— Seen the dark river flowing near, Stood on its brink as now I ftand, There has been nothing to alarm What should appall me in a place That brings me hourly nearer Thee? Where I may almoft see Thy face,Surely 't is here my soul would be! They say the waves are dark and deep, They speak of death with fear and weep; Shall my soul perifh? never, never! I know that Thou wilt never leave I cannot see the golden gate I cannot yet anticipate The joy of heaven's jubilee. But I will calmly watch and pray, To see His glory, and rejoice. THE TABERNACLE. HOW meanly dwells the immortal mind! How vile these bodies are! Why was a clod of earth defigned To enclose a heavenly star? |