Whom hear we tell of all the joy which loving
Faith can bring,
The ever-widening glories reach'd on her strong seraph wing?
Is it not oftenest they who long have wrestled with temptation,
Or pass'd through fiery baptisms of mighty tribulation?
Perhaps, in life's great tapestry, the
darkest scenes are where
The golden threads of Faith glance forth most radiant and fair:
And, gazing on the coming years, which unknown griefs may bring,
We hail the lamp which o'er them all shall heavenly lustre
Thank God! there is at eventide a gleam of
A star of love amid the gloom of sorrow's lingering night,
An ivy-wreath upon the tomb, a haven in the blasts
A staff for weary trembling ones, when youth and health are
But shall we seek the diamonds in the lone
and dusky mine,
When 'mid the sunny sands of youth they wait to flash and
Neglect the fountain of Christ's joy till woe-streams darkly
Norseek a Father's smile until the world's cold frown we
Nay! be our faith the rosy crown on morn's
The sparkling dew-drop on the grass, the blossom on the bough;
The gleam of pearly light within the snowy-bosom'd shell;
An added power of loveliness in beauty's every spell.
Oh, let it be the sunlight of the pleasant
That calls to pure and radiant birth unnumber'd fragrant
That bathes in golden joyance every anthem-murmuring tree,
And spreads a robe of glory o'er the silver-crested sea.
Oh, let it be the keynote of the symphony of
Which wots not of the broken lyre, the requiem of sadness:
For they who melodies of heaven in hours of brightness know,
Will modulate sweet harmony from earth's discordant woe.
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