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poems.
Still through life's mazy pathway be
That heart thus free from guile;
As light and glad that bounding step;
As bright that beaming smile.
Still be the sunlight of thy glance
Fair with truth's heavenly ray;
And the rich promise of thy morn
Brighten to "perfect day."
That heart thus free from guile;
As light and glad that bounding step;
As bright that beaming smile.
Still be the sunlight of thy glance
Fair with truth's heavenly ray;
And the rich promise of thy morn
Brighten to "perfect day."
TO THE MEMORY OF THE REV. SAMUEL PRESBURY.
A strain is bursting on the ear,
Even at the portals of the tomb:
That strain the stricken heart can cheer,
And whisper peace mid death and gloom.
Though dust return to kindred dust,
And nature wage the last sad strife,
In him we place our quenchless trust,—
"The Resurrection and the Life."
Even at the portals of the tomb:
That strain the stricken heart can cheer,
And whisper peace mid death and gloom.
Though dust return to kindred dust,
And nature wage the last sad strife,
In him we place our quenchless trust,—
"The Resurrection and the Life."
Glory to Thee, the King of kings!
Eternal One! enthroned on high!
Thy word the blest assurance brings;
Checked is the murmur and the sigh.
Eternal One! enthroned on high!
Thy word the blest assurance brings;
Checked is the murmur and the sigh.
