III.

Nor seldom there, as they repose,

Sheltered beside the murmuring streams, Bright angels meet them, and disclose The home they seek, in waking dreams.

IV.

The pleasant trees, the water's flow,
The flower-decked marge of mossy sod,

All whisper of a land they know,

And wake within them praise to God.

V.

Thus oft refreshed, they journey on;
And even though the tempest's din
May threaten ever and anon,

That melody is still within.

VI.

It plays among the hidden strings,

Of heaven-wrought texture, in the bosom, That feel the viewless seraph's wings,

And answer to a waving blossom.

VII.

It is the music of the fane,

Where God abides in wondrous love,

Echoing the distant angel strain

That fills His dwelling-place above.

VIII.

Two temples doth Jehovah prize,
Nor will from either e'er depart:
One is above the starry skies;

The other is the lowly heart.

IX.

In that He dwelleth as a Sun,
Radiant with majesty divine:

In this His beams are felt, but none
May tell how He is in the shrine.

X.

Enough, that He in very deed

Is there, and doth ' His name record: Enough, the faithful heart can read,

It is a temple of the Lord.

XI.

O, blessed are the meek and mild !

A goodly heritage is given

To them within the desert wild;

And what shall be their rest in Heaven!

LXXI.

THE LAUGHTER OF CHILDHOOD.

I.

WHAT were the grove without the wild
And merry warbler in the trees?

What were the home without the child,
Whose laughter speaks his ecstasies?

II.

The minstrel may describe the one;
But would ye rightly know the other,

Go, ask the father who hath done

His toil, and hastes to child and mother.

III.

Or rather-for the words of men

Feebly from swelling hearts arise-
Go, mark the gladsome child, and then-
Look up into the mother's eyes.

IV.

O, sweet it is in woods to roam,

And list the merry warblers wild! But sweeter far to hear at home

The dancing, laughing, joyous child!

V.

Such happiness to-day is mine :

And yet, O yet, this heart would pray

Far higher bliss of love divine

Than all that is vouchsafed to-day.

VI.

Give me, O God, ere long to hear

The voices that endear my home,

Not lifted in tumultuous cheer,

And changeful as the ocean foam,—

VII.

But each in harmony serene,

Swelling the anthems that arise

Where Thou art loved, adored, and seen

With glory circled, in the skies.