LAYS FROM ABOVE. 189
Joy ! I am mute no more,
My sad and silent years, With all their loneliness are o'er, Sweet sisters ! dry your tears : Listen at hush of eve listen at dawn of day List at the hour of prayer can ye not hear my la)' ? Untaught, unchecked it came, As light from chaos beamed, Praising his everlasting name,
Whose blood from Calvary streamed And still it swells that highest strain, the song of the redeemed.
��Brother ! my only one !
Belov'd from childhood's hours, With whom, beneath the vernal sun, I wandered when our task was done And gathered early flowers ;
I cannot come to thee, Though 'twas so sweet to rest
Upon thy gently- guiding arm thy sympathizing breast: Tis better here to be.
No disappointments shroud
The angel-bowers of joy, Our knowledge hath no cloud,
Our pleasures no alloy.