. Poems of faith, hope, and love. THE PRIZE. Hope wafts my bark, and round my way Her pleasant sunshine lies;For I sail with a royal argosy To win a royal prize. A maiden sits in her lovelinessOn the shore of a distant stream, And over the waters at her feetThe lilies float, and dream. She reaches down, and draws them a hand that hath no stain; And that lily of all the lilies, her hand,Is the prize I go to gain. Her hair in a yellow flood falls downFrom her forehead low and white ; I would bathe in its billowy gold, and its sea of soft delight. Her cheek is as fair as a tender
. Poems of faith, hope, and love. THE PRIZE. Hope wafts my bark, and round my way Her pleasant sunshine lies;For I sail with a royal argosy To win a royal prize. A maiden sits in her lovelinessOn the shore of a distant stream, And over the waters at her feetThe lilies float, and dream. She reaches down, and draws them a hand that hath no stain; And that lily of all the lilies, her hand,Is the prize I go to gain. Her hair in a yellow flood falls downFrom her forehead low and white ; I would bathe in its billowy gold, and its sea of soft delight. Her cheek is as fair as a tender flower,When its blushing leaves dispart; Oh; my rose of the world, my regal rose,I must wear you on my heart: L38 THE PPdZE. I must kiss your lips, so sweetly closedOer their pearly treasures fair; Or strike on their coral reef, and sinkIn the waves of my dark despair!. TRIED AND TRUE. Our life is like a march, where someFall early from the ranks, and die ; And some, when times of conflict come,Go over to the enemy. And he who halts upon the way —Wearied in spirit and in frame — To call his roll of friends, will findHow few make answer to their name ! And those who share our youth and joy,Not always keep our love and trust, When days of awful anguish bowOur heads with sorrow to the dust. My friend! in such a fearful heart and spirit sank dismayed. From thee the words of comfort came —From thee, the true and tender aid. Therefore, though many another friendWith youth and youthful pleasure goes, Thou art of such as I would haveWalk with me till lifes solemn close. 140 TRIED AND TRUE. Yea, with me when earths trials are done,If I be found, when these shall cease, Worthy to stand with those who wearWhite raiment on the hills of peace.
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