youth in the land. Before, he was narrowed, appropriated, shut up to you. Now he is augmented, set free, and given to all. Before, he was yours: he is ours. He has died from the family, that he might live to the nation. Not one name shall be forgotten or neglected: and it shall by-and-by be confessed of our modern heroes, as it is of an ancient hero, that he did more for his country by his death than by his whole life. LAUS DEO! On hearing the bells ring on the passage of the Constitutional Amendment abolishing Slavery. Loud and long Lift the old exulting song; Sing with Miriam by the sea, He has cast the mighty down; Horse and rider sink and drown; "He hath triumphed gloriously!" Did we dare In our agony of prayer, Ask for more than He has done? Stretched as now beneath the sun? How they pale, Ancient myth and song and tale, In this wonder of our days, When the cruel rod of war Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise! Blotted out! All within and all about Shall a fresher life begin; Freer breathe the universe As it rolls its heavy curse On the dead and buried sin ! It is done! In the circuit of the sun Ring and swing, Bells of joy! On morning's wing Sound the song of praise abroad! With a sound of broken chains Tell the nations that He reigns, Who alone is Lord and God! STRIVE, WAIT, AND PRAY. TRIVE; yet I do not promise, STR The prize you dream of to-day, Will not fade when you think to grasp it, Wait; yet I do not tell you, The hour you long for now, Will not come with its radiance vanished, The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. O one, O onely Mansion! Where tears are ever banished, All plants are, great and small, The cedar of the forest, The hyssop of the wall: With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze, The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced: Thy saints build up its fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ. Thou hast no shore, fair Ocean! They raise thy holy tower; Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, oh, I know not What social joys are there! What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare! They stand, those halls of Sion, And bright with many an angel, Jerusalem the glorious! The glory of the Elect! Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art! Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art! THY WILL BE DONE. E see not, know not; all our way WE Is night - with Thee alone is day: From out the torrent's troubled drift, Above the storm our prayers we lift, Thy will be done! The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, But who are we to make complaint, |