The Future Life. Fear not to build thy aerie in the heights Where golden splendors lay, And trust thyself unto thine inmost soul In simple faith alway; And God will make divinely real The highest form of thine ideal. A. P. The Future Life. Longings and Desires. H, have you not a life within That asks another life For its unfolding? Hast thou not felt thy soul to swell And press against the limiting earth? Hast never thirsted for a perfect truth? Hast never longed to meet with what should fill Full to its large desire, thy sense of praise? SARAH FLOWER ADAMS. TAVE we not all, amid life's petty strife, H Some purer ideal of a nobler life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear the flutter of its wings, But still our place is kept, and it will wait No star is lost we once have seen; We always may be what we might have been; And evil in its nature is decay, And any hour can blot it all away. The hopes, that lost on some far distance seem, May be the truer life, And this the dream. ים F all the myriad moods of mind That through the soul come thronging, Which one was e'er so dear, so kind, So beautiful as longing? The thing we long for, that we are Still, through our paltry stir and strife, To let the new life in, we know Desire must ope the portal; Helps make the soul immortal. Longing is God's fresh heavenward will; With our poor earthward striving, We quench it that we may be still, But would we learn that heart's full scope |