O may we, for assurance sake, Or is it right, and will it do, Ah yet, when all is thought and said, Must still believe, for still we hope My child, we still must think, when we That ampler life together see, Some true result will yet appear Of what we are, together here. A. H. CLOUGH. SOME FUTURE DAY. SOME future day, when what is now is not, And thoughts of difference passed like dreams away, When all that hindered, all that vexed our love, We'll meet again upon some future day. When we have proved, each on his course alone, The wider world, and learnt what's now unknown, Have made life clear, and worked out each a way, We'll meet again,- we shall have much to say. With happier mood, and feelings born anew, Some day, which oft our hearts shall yearn to see, A. H. CLOUGH. HOPE BENEATH THE WATERS. "I CANNOT mount to heaven beneath this ban: Can angels' wings in these dark waters grow?" The rocks have bruised thee sore, but angels' wings TIME WAS, I SHRANK.” TIME was, I shrank from what was right, I would not brave the sacred fight, Because the foe was strong. But now I cast that finer sense So, when my Saviour calls, I rise, I step, I mount where He has led ; I know them; yet, though self I dread, J. H. NEWMAN. NOT IN VAIN. SAY not the struggle nought availeth, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hope were dupes, fears may be liars; And, but for you, possess the field. 1 For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, SYMBOLS OF VICTORY. YELLOW leaves on the ash-tree, And the streaming radiance of sunshine At a window a child's mouth smiling, At the flying rainy landscape And the sudden opening skies. Angels hanging from heaven, A whisper in dying ears, And the promise of great salvation Shining on mortal fears. N |