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And fingered at the grass, and tried to cool
A FLOATING, a floating
The night is long, the current strong,
v. “ The current sweeps the old world, The current sweeps the new ; The wind will blow, the dawn will glow, Ere thou hast sailed them through.”
THE ANGLER'S QUESTIONS.
I CANNOT tell what you say, green leaves,
I cannot tell what you say, rosy rocks,
I cannot tell what you say, brown streams,
THE WORD'S ANSWER. “Oh green is the colour of faith and truth, And rose the colour of love and youth, And brown of the fruitful clay. Sweet Earth is faithful, and fruitful, and young, And her bridal day shall come ere long, And you shall know what the rocks and the streams And the whispering woodlands say.”
THE DEAD CHURCH..
I. WILD, wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing? Dark, dark night, wilt thou never wear away? Cold, cold church, in thy death sleep lying, Thy Lent is past, thy Passion here, but not thine Easter
Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark and sigh
ing ; Rest, fair corpse, where thy Lord himself hath lain. Weep, dear Lord, where thy bride is lying; Thy tears shall wake her frozen limbs to life and health
A PARABLE FROM LIEBIG.
1. The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing On the stump of a rotting old tree; 6 Oh faith, it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old, And the world is nigh ready for me.”
- II. The bells went on ringing, à spirit came singing, . And smiled as he crumbled the tree; “Yon wood does but perish new seedlings to cherish, And the world is too live yet for thee.”