"BEHOLD A SHAKING."

I.

MAN rising to the doom that shall not err,—

Which hath most dread: the arouse of all or

each;

All kindreds of all nations of all speech, Or one by one of him and him and her?

While dust reanimate begins to stir

Here, there, beyond, beyond, reach beyond reach; While every wave refashions on the beach

Alive or dead-in-life some seafarer.

Now meeting doth not join or parting part;
True meeting and true parting wait till then,
When whoso meet are joined for evermore,
Face answering face and heart at rest in heart :—
God bring us all rejoicing to the shore
Of happy Heaven, His sheep home to the pen.

2.

Blessed that flock safe penned in Paradise;
Blessed this flock which tramps in weary ways;
All form one flock, God's flock; all yield Him

praise

By joy or pain, still tending toward the prize.
Joy speaks in praises there, and sings and flies

Where no night is, exulting all its days;
Here, pain finds solace, for, behold, it prays;
In both love lives the life that never dies.
Here life is the beginning of our death,

And death the starting-point whence life ensues;
Surely our life is death, our death is life:

Nor need we lay to heart our peace or strife, But calm in faith and patience breathe the breath God gave, to take again when He shall choose.

Up the steeps of Zion

They are mounting,
Coming, coming,

Throngs beyond man's counting;

With a sound

Like innumerable bees

Swarming, humming

Where flowering trees

Many tinted,

Many scented,

All alike abound

With honey,

With a swell

Like a blast upswaying unrestrainable

From a shadowed dell

To the hill-tops sunny,

With a thunder

Like the ocean when in strength

Breadth and length

It sets to shore ;

More and more

Waves on waves redoubled pour

Leaping flashing to the shore
(Unlike the under

Drain of ebb that loseth ground
For all its roar).

They are thronging

From the East and West,

From the North and South,

Saints are thronging, loving, longing,

To their land

Of rest,

Palm in hand

And praise in mouth.

"TAKE CARE OF HIM."

HOU whom I love, for whom I died,

"THOU

Lovest thou Me, My bride?"— Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord, Believed in and adored.

"That I love thee the proof is plain :
How dost thou love again?"
In prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,
In a long-carried cross.

"Yea, thou dost love: yet one adept
Brings more for Me to accept.'

I mould my will to match with Thine,
My wishes I resign.

"Thou givest much: then give the whole For solace of My soul."

More would I give, if I could get :

But, Lord, what lack I yet?

"In Me thou lovest Me: I call

Thee to love Me in all.”—

Brim full my heart, dear Lord, that so

My love may overflow.

"Love Me in sinners and in saints,

In each who needs or faints."-
Lord, I will love Thee as I can
In every brother man.

"All sore, all crippled, all who ache,
Tend all for My dear sake."-
All for Thy sake, Lord: I will see
In every sufferer Thee.

"So I at last, upon My Throne
Of glory, Judge alone,

So I at last will say to thee:
Thou diddest it to Me."

PATIENCE OF HOPE.

THE flowers that bloom in sun and shade And glitter in the dew,

The flowers must fade.

The birds that build their nest and sing
When lovely Spring is new,

Must soon take wing.

The sun that rises in his strength

To wake and warm the world,

Must set at length.