. The hope of the world and other poems. from the dust that it is made,And some sick child may hold it to his nose. The wind, the rain, the sunshine, and the dew,^Vll heljD to bring the flowers to me and you,And so in life the mingled good and illShall teach us truth, and make our hearts more true. There is a something in the earth and airThat holds my spirit from a dull despair,A sense of life beyond our utmost ken,A kinship with all life, somehow, somewhere. 48 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. When liope deferred dntli ope its petals wide,Unfolding tnith for which the heart has sighed,
. The hope of the world and other poems. from the dust that it is made,And some sick child may hold it to his nose. The wind, the rain, the sunshine, and the dew,^Vll heljD to bring the flowers to me and you,And so in life the mingled good and illShall teach us truth, and make our hearts more true. There is a something in the earth and airThat holds my spirit from a dull despair,A sense of life beyond our utmost ken,A kinship with all life, somehow, somewhere. 48 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. When liope deferred dntli ope its petals wide,Unfolding tnith for which the heart has sighed,How fragrant is the mora with that late rose,How sweet with truth that early bloom denied! Grief came to me one night in sore distress,I conld not make her sorrow more or gentle words I gave, sweet lo! my own grief turned to happiness. Grief drew me down, een to the depths i>f pain and bitterness too dark to tell:Love found nie there and led me l)y the handInder his lialevon skies, and all was THKRK IS SOMETHING IN THK EARTH ANI> AIR. THE HOPE OK THE WORLD AND OTHER IOEMS. 49 The restless wind once said unto the Iose,Tlieve is a vale where brighter flora growsThan in this clime; the rosebud blushed and said,God placed me here, jierliaps our Fatiier knows. To wear thy heavy cross without a lifes load where others lay it down,Ho2)ing, enduring to the bitter is the test of streng-th, and Heavens crown. Pakt Y. thk hope ol- the world. Deejj calls unto deep and planets unto stars,Sun unto earth and \enus unto Mars,All sjDace, all matter, calls unto its own,Across the void that human progress bars. We know God by the deeds that He has done;This noble earth, the stars, the moon, the wondrous fair, and made for our delight,Eeniin<l us houily i the perfect One. God breathed a breatli and from TTis nostrils blewTen thousand worlds that tiirough dim vastness flewSo great His power, and yet each blade of grass
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