. The hope of the world and other poems. ouShall we awake some morn to find it naught,A phantom night from which creation grew ? Here is a puzzle, friend: behold this to dust and going no man knowsJust how or where; canst thou it re-create,Refashion it for either eye, or nose? The falling leaves, methinks, are natures by the forest when tlie first frost searsIts aspirations for eternal yiiuth ;And how like falling leaves are human fears! 44 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. There is no space that is quite infinite;Unto its Maker earth is Lnt a bit,Unto the fly a li
. The hope of the world and other poems. ouShall we awake some morn to find it naught,A phantom night from which creation grew ? Here is a puzzle, friend: behold this to dust and going no man knowsJust how or where; canst thou it re-create,Refashion it for either eye, or nose? The falling leaves, methinks, are natures by the forest when tlie first frost searsIts aspirations for eternal yiiuth ;And how like falling leaves are human fears! 44 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. There is no space that is quite infinite;Unto its Maker earth is Lnt a bit,Unto the fly a little space is magnifies his rrahn to suit his wit. Grief came to me with piteous eves one clayAnd bade me look on her; I turned lo! she stood before nie naked quite,My eyes grew sudden dim, my locks turned gray. There is a thorn beneath the fairest each j^erfect day the shadows marriage bell foretells the l>ell that tolls,xd all the worlds a sepulchre, or tomb. ^>,■ Of-tf ■• J(. GOD IS THE SUN, THE WARMTH, THE WONIIER, ANIi THE THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 45 Pakt IV. THE OK FAITH. Grief held me een as bv a single hair Over a gulf of utter blank despair, Yet, by this thread I climbed unto the height Of one bright star and saw that God was there. Taith is a bridge on which we rest our feet,Cool, canopied, to shade ns from the heatOf our inventions, which do war with faith,A bridge that leadeth to Gods mercy seat. God is the sun, the warmth, the wonder and the might,The perfect morning after darkest niglit,A song of joy after a dirge of ] heart beat in a bosom that is light. Gods angels are His thoughts, that day and uiglitWatch over us, upholding truth and right;Swifter they are than anything we worhls to them are as a feather light. Wlien Goil of old revealed to man His might,His face was always iiidden from their sight,Lest they that saw through seeing might lose as the
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