The strength of steam and iron muscles knew ; Within the cars ease, comfort, sat around, And higher rose the hum of merry voices; Without the cars, two men were at their post, Frozen within his breast his heart's faint beating ; And quickly falling in the blinding snow, The busy flakes soon wove for him a pillow : The cars sped on, and no one present knew Who slept so calmly 'neath the new-formed billow! The other, bold and resolute of mien, As might have stood of old some sentinel Guarding a fort in warfares that have been, Until the wailing tempest rang his knell ! Firmly his hand was frozen on the wheel, The piercing storm's fierce wrath and power defying— As though he strove, with muscles turned to steel, To guard his post with honesty undying! Honor to them, as when a hero dies Amid the battle's smoke, the cannon's roaring! Earth gives her noblest sons a sacrifice For daily guilt, that knows no heavenward soaring. LIFE. O Life of ours! that flies with busy feet Like a swift stream adown the hills of Time; One flower we pluck, one well-loved face we greet, We hear the echo of a bell's sweet chime; The flowers are passed, the face we see no more, The bell's soft echo dies along the shore. We dream a dream, perchance of earthly love. We start! we wake! the dream, the joy, has fled! For what is Life with hopes and yearnings fond? Hope lures us onward, but still points beyond. For what is Life? to dream a dream of joy,— To sigh for perfect bliss and sigh in vain ; EARTH. "Earth's children cleave to Earth." What is there in the earth that men should love it? Which keeps their souls from the bright heaven above it Is it the love of Fame, still onward leading Is it the love of Beauty which hath ever While earth's bright forms so beautiful can seem? Is it the love of Art, that spirit longing Which seeks the excellence man reached of old? Are tempting demons through his soul fast thronging, Till like the Architect he hath it sold? Is it the love of Kindred round him twining Making his spirit wish no other heaven? "Earth's children cleave to Earth!" but Earth must perish E'en as her flowers which blossom but to die ; Hopes of a better world then may we cherish : They fit our souls for Immortality. HIDDEN, NOT LOST. Hidden not lost are the seeds that fall From the farmer's hand; Faith sees them now in the goodly row, Or bound with the harvest band. Hidden not lost are the words of Truth Dropped down in the heart Faith sees them bear, through sorrow and care, The spirit to do its part. Hidden not lost are the loved ones gone Away from our sight Faith sees them blest in mansions of rest, Hidden not lost is the Image of God Faith can see, 'neath sin and poverty, The face of God on the meanest soul! As we oft behold The Beautiful gleam from a sluggish stream, And the clod reveal its gold. Hidden not lost, Humanity Is forcing its onward way; Through dust and din, through sorrow and sin, It looketh upward alway. LIFE. What is this gift of Life? With some a fleeting bloom, Like flowers soft venturing near the Arctic snows; Whose opening bud brings forth no summer yield, No ripened Autumn knows. Some find a lengthened day Like that which lingers round our northern shore ; And Death's dark night creeps slowly on its way To cloud the landscape o'er. Restless and tossing we, Like waifs that floated from an unknown coast, Yet tokens do we bear, Birth-marks and records of from whom we came ! Our Father's livery all His children wear; He calleth each by name. And though we float at will, And seemingly by chance on life's wide sea, DEATH'S VOICE. Why wilt thou shrink away? I fain would lead thee where are living streams, |