IN THE NIGHT. 155
Of our deeds for good or evil
111 performed, or quickly done, While the past holds up a curtain
Full of pictures, dark or bright, And the future, dimly shadows
Cloudy visions in the night.
Yet when thoughts like these are ended,
And our wand ring hour is past, Comes the solemn question ever,
"Whither shall we go at last?" Till we fancy wistful faces,
Bending figures all in white, From the home of the immortals
Beckon to us in the night.
��And they whisper, " We are waiting;
Come to us, for we to you Can go no more, tho earth were Eden,
And its fleeting pleasures true." But the gulf that lies between us
Fills our mortal frames with fright, And we tremble, tho the angels
Bend to meet us in the night.
Blessed Saviour ! calm and peaceful,
Then Thy mortal form we see ; Tho King and Priest with crown and ephod,
Yet lowly man of Galilee ;
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