. Newspaper poets: or, Waifs and their authors . which saints indeed,Reap for me utterly. On cheerless roads no smile Breaking to echoing laughter ;His patience I accept a little while,And find His joy hereafter. *0 dreary, dreary stay I Yet on great faith relying,Blind to the gay, fleet pageant of splendor comes through dying ! Then comes another question, re-echoing in so manyhearts even now : * What is that last dread breath—to die ? and we cannot better close this chapter and our bookthan by giving Sorrows sweet and beautiful answer : To feel Gods glory breaking through Heaven
. Newspaper poets: or, Waifs and their authors . which saints indeed,Reap for me utterly. On cheerless roads no smile Breaking to echoing laughter ;His patience I accept a little while,And find His joy hereafter. *0 dreary, dreary stay I Yet on great faith relying,Blind to the gay, fleet pageant of splendor comes through dying ! Then comes another question, re-echoing in so manyhearts even now : * What is that last dread breath—to die ? and we cannot better close this chapter and our bookthan by giving Sorrows sweet and beautiful answer : To feel Gods glory breaking through Heaven after heaven, and streaming downTo gather off the cold death-dew And wipe my forehead in its crown ; Ktl V ?? ? ^ —^ !l6 :::^ WAIFS AND THEIR AUTHORS. * To hear a voice unheard before, Or in a dream but dimly guessed,Whose fall more sweet than sea to shore, Whose burden—* Child, come to thy rest ! To wake on light at dead of night. To float on seas most clear and broad,To read the scroll of life aright,To die—and find Thee, Lord !. r^:
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