86 UNBELIEF. This is to do God's will Our heavenly calling. UNBELIEF. THERE is no unbelief; Whoever plants a leaf beneath the sod, Whoever says, when clouds are in the sky, Whoever sees, 'neath winter's field of snow, Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep, Content to lock each sense in slumber deep, Whoever says "To-morrow," "The unknown," "The future," trusts that Power alone He dares disown. The heart that looks on when the eyelids close, There is no unbelief; And day by day, and night, unconsciously, The heart lives by that faith the lips deny; 1876. GREAT Year! how shall we fit thee for thy grave? Have given thee homage? East and North and South, They welcomed every nation 'neath the sun They came, they shared our glory, and they left; 88 THE INNER SANCTUARY. They taught us lessons that the years should prove Shorn of our small conceits, we stand in tears, ANNE F. BRADLEY. THE INNER SANCTUARY. THERE is a holy temple, A sacred house of God! No voice of priest or preacher Within its walls are sung; No richly furnished altar Stands forth in vain array; THE INNER SANCTUARY. Through many-colored windows But yet a wondrous structure, Its place, the human heart! This holy fane is open By night as well as day; The Master bids us enter— He gently leads the way. There He is ever waiting Our worship to receive, There, in His holy presence, We leave the world behind. 89 R. T. |