Other and brighter days, Deeper and holier songs, But thou and I fair time, We two must sever O dream of mine, Farewell for ever! SOWING AND REAPING. OW with a generous hand; Pause not for toil or pain; Weary not through the heat of summer, Weary not through the cold spring rain; But wait till the autumn comes For the sheaves of golden grain. Scatter the seed, and fear not, What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard-earned bread : Sow, while the earth is broken, For the hungry must be fed. Sow ;-while the seeds are lying Then sow; for the hours are fleeting, And care not what hands shall reap it, Shall gladden the sunny day. Sow; and look onward, upward, Where the starry light appearsWhere, in spite of the coward's doubting, Or your own heart's trembling fears, You shall reap in joy the harvest You have sown to-day in tears. THE STORM. HE tempest rages wild and high, Miserere Domine. Through the black night and driving rain, A ship is struggling, all in vain To live upon the stormy main ; Miserere Domine. The thunders roar, the lightnings glare, A cry goes up of great despair, Miserere Domine. The stormy voices of the main, Miserere Domine. Warm curtained was the little bed, Soft pillowed was the little head; "The storm will wake the child," they said : Miserere Domine. Cowering among his pillows white He prays, his blue eyes dim with fright, 66 Father, save those at sea to-night !” Miserere Domine. The morning shone all clear and gay, Gloria tibi Domine! WORDS. ORDS are lighter than the cloud-foam That the next hour steals away. Is the air as deeply stirred; And the rose-leaf that we tread on Will outlive a word. Yet on the dull silence breaking On its blighting wings, I heard: And the cruel echo answered Through long years again. |