Something beyond! The immortal morning Is in that thirsty cry, if read aright. stands Above the night; clear shines her precious brow: The pendulous star in her transfigured hands Brightens the Now. Deep calleth unto deep: life infinite, O soul, awaiteth thee! LUCY LARCOM. MORE LIFE. MARY CLEMMER. NOT weary of thy world, So beautiful, O Father, in thy love, Not asking rest from toil; Sweet toil, that draws us nearer to thy side; Ever to tend thy planting satisfied, Though in ungenial soil: Nor to be freed from care, That lifts us out of self's lone hollowness; Since unto thy dear feet we all may press, And leave our burdens there: JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN! JERUSALEM the golden! I weary for one gleam Of all thy glory folden In distance and in dream! My thoughts, like palms in exile, Climb up to look and pray For a glimpse of thy dear country That lies so far away! Jerusalem the golden! Methinks each flower that blows, And every bird a-singing Of thee some secret knows; I know not what the flowers The stranger homeward bends, Lodge there in Abraham's breast: O happy place! Earth's but a sorry tent Pitched for a few frail days, A short-leased tenement; THAT CITY! O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, There dwells my Lord, my King, When shall I be, My God, with thee, The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease; When shall I be, The Lamb's apostles there 975 SAMUEL CROSSMAN. THAT CITY! I KNOW the walls are jasper, The saints are singing there; I know that living waters Flow under fruitful trees; What more doth it unfold, And streets of shining gold? No temple hath that city, For none is needed there, No sun nor moon enlighteneth; Can darkness then be fair? Ah, now the bright revealing, The crowning joy of all! What need of other sunshine Where God is all in all? He fills the wide ethereal With glory all his own, He, whom my soul adoreth, The Lamb amidst the throne ! Oh, heaven without my Saviour The hours, how slow they roll! HELEN L. PARMLEE. ARISE AND SHINE. Φωτίζου, φωτίζου. JOHN of Damascus, the last but one of the Fathers of the Eastern Church, was the greatest of her poets. He was born at Damascus, made great progress in philosophy, retired to the monastery of St. Sabas, and was late in life ordained priest of the Church of Jerusalem. He died after 754 and before 787. THOU New Jerusalem, arise and shine! O Christ, our Pascha! greatest, holiest, best! PRAISE OF THE CITY ABOVE. FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH. BLESSED City, heavenly Salem, As a bride to earth dost move : It is open evermore : And by virtue of their merits Thither faithful souls may soar Who. for Christ's dear name, in this world Pain and tribulation bore. Many a blow and biting sculpture Polished well those stones elect, In their places now compacted By the Heavenly Architect; Who therewith hath willed forever That his palace should be decked. Christ is made the sure Foundation, And the Precious Corner-stone: Who, the twofold walls surmounting, Binds them closely into one; Holy Sion's help forever, And her confidence alone. All that dedicated city, Dearly loved by God on high, In exultant jubilation Pours perpetual melody: God the One and God the Trinal Lauding everlastingly. To this temple, where we call thee, Come, O Lord of Hosts, to-day! With thy wonted loving-kindness Hear thy servants as they pray: And thy fullest benediction Shed within these walls for aye. |