One spirit still remained, and cried, He standeth ever by my side- But still the spirits rose, and there And anxious hours of fear and care Dim shadows came of lonely hours, Calm hours that sought the starry skies For heavenly lore were there; With folded hands and earnest eyes, I knew the hours of prayer. Stern hours that darkened the sun's light, Heralds of coming woes, With trailing wings, before my sight From the dim past arose. As each dark vision passed and spoke I prayed it to depart: At each some buried sorrow woke And stirred within my heart. Until these hours of pain and care Spread their dark pinions in the air THE TWO INTERPRETERS. HE clouds are fleeting by, father, Look in the shining west, The great white clouds sail onward Upon the sky's blue breast. Look at a snowy eagle, His wings are tinged with red, And a giant dolphin follows him, With a crown upon his head!" The father spake no word, but watched The drifting clouds roll by; He traced a misty vision too Upon the shining sky: A shadowy form, with well-known grace Of weary love and care, Above the smiling child she held, "The clouds are changing now, father, Mountains rise higher and higher! And see where red and purple ships Sail in a sea of fire !" The father pressed the little hand More closely in his own, And watched a cloud-dream in the sky That he could see alone: Bright angels carrying far away "See, father, see! a glory floods The sky, and all is bright, R And clouds of every hue and shade And now, above an azure lake Rise battlements and towers, Where knights and ladies climb the heights, All bearing purple flowers." The father looked, and, with a pang Of love and strange alarm, Drew close the little eager child From out the clouds the mother looks She seems to seek the treasure left On earth so long ago; She holds her arms out to her child, The last rays of the sunset gleam Calm twilight veils the summer sky, In vain the merry laughing child Still gaily prattles on; In vain the bright stars, one by one, On the blue silence start, A dreary shadow rests to-night COMFORT. AST thou o'er the clear heaven of thy soul Seen tempests roll? Hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have won Fade, one by one? Wait till the clouds are past, then raise thine eyes To bluer skies! Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night, No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the plain- |