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"Now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face: now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known."-1 COR. xiii. 12.
WHO ever saw the birth-place of the fountain?
And that 'tis lost where ocean's waves extend; But ah! how little do we know of either!
'Tis like the wind, we see not whence it comes; And, for its end, the wisest dream not whither
The little rippling dancing streamlet roams.
Perchance we deem that this at least is certain
'Tis ever still a wanderer on the earth;
But then, what forms that soft and silvery curtain,
And briefer too-though evening saw her lone?
'Tis mystery all! the cloud so light and fleecy,
Be still, my soul! and know that thy Creator
Is great, "past finding out," the mighty God!
'Tis all thou knowest, or that suits thy nature
To know ere sinks thy dwelling in the sod: Ah, no!-one truth besides that God hath taught
And oh! out-pour thy praise!—that he hath given His only Son to die for thee, and bought thee
To live, and know as thou art known, in heaven!
A little season, and in light unclouded,
A light that beams from one bright centre, love, All shall unfolded be that now is shrouded
To every eye that looks not from above:
Oh, watch its dawning! watch as o'er the mountain The traveller watches through the gloom of night, And thou shalt see the birth-place of the fountain, The dew, the cloud, the sun, and rainbow hues of light!
LIFE NOT A DREAM.
"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." -ECCLES. ix. 10.
"Tis said that life is but a dream,
Or shadow that doth come and go;
But neither image, if ye view
A dream-of gladness, or of grief
May end as it begun :
A shadow passeth, and its brief,
A dream, when judgment to her throne The morning beams restore,
And shadow, when 'tis past and gone, Are seldom heard of more.
But human life, if named aright,
Of growing ages infinite,
That human death succeed?
It never ends as it began:
It hardly passeth by :
We breathe and thus begin the span ; We cease to breathe-and die.