THE BURIAL IN THE WILDERNESS.
Sadly they came, sadly as those who bore
The precious burden they had treasured long
In their heart's love, unto another home
Reluctantly!
Reluctant to yield up
Her, who had been to them a bud of hope,
Springing above the worn and barren soil
Of desolation—breathing life to those,
Who, with worn spirit and with stricken frame,
Had sought the desert to lie down and die.
The precious burden they had treasured long
In their heart's love, unto another home
Reluctantly!
Reluctant to yield up
Her, who had been to them a bud of hope,
Springing above the worn and barren soil
Of desolation—breathing life to those,
Who, with worn spirit and with stricken frame,
Had sought the desert to lie down and die.
A meek yet faithful sentinel she stood,
With those of sterner mould and stronger frame,
Upon the watch-tower—and her hope ne'er failed—
No fears, no terrors shook her soul, for she
Had asked with suppliant voice, and earnest heart,
For strength from heaven, and 'twas denied her not.
With those of sterner mould and stronger frame,
Upon the watch-tower—and her hope ne'er failed—
No fears, no terrors shook her soul, for she
Had asked with suppliant voice, and earnest heart,
For strength from heaven, and 'twas denied her not.
To those of fearful heart, she was afar,
The bearer of good tidings—and at home
A well of consolation, flowing up,
Holy, and pure, and calm, and full of life,
The bearer of good tidings—and at home
A well of consolation, flowing up,
Holy, and pure, and calm, and full of life,
