THE FLOWERET AND ITS TEACHINGS. OME into the garden, come with me, And let us look around, And view the signs of awakening life, Wherever they are found. The buds and blossoms thick appear, Thou art sore perplex'd by various doubts, What feeble man can ne'er attain, And Heaven will ne'er bestow. See! here is a tiny flower at our feet, Suppose we study its form for awhile, You ask whence this lovely floweret came, It shall tell you its own strange history, "I slept for a time in the bosom of earth, Till the quickening power of the angel of life "And I felt life's workings and stirrings within, "Still I felt the increasing thrill of life, "Then I freed myself from the crumbling mould, And peep'd above the sod, And soon I blossom'd, and bloom'd, and became An angel-flower of God. "But one thing yet, that baffles thought, A mystery deep, I ween, I have felt life's power, but cannot tell "It is a secret which to know I never, never try; 'Tis enough for me I live and bloom Beneath my Father's eye." HEAVENWARD. EAVENWARD! Heavenward! our watchword be, From a land of darkness and misery, To a land where the righteous from sorrow are free. The things we love are things which die; In vain we think, in vain we try To escape the tear, or evade the sigh. Who would not be a pilgrim, and bear the pain Of sin, in a kingdom where sorrows reign, Heavenward! Heavenward! why linger here 'Midst so much darkness, doubt, and fear? Already the glories of Heaven appear! Heavenward! Heavenward! let us roam, Heavenward! Heavenward! on we press, Heavenward! Heavenward! who would stay When we may reign in endless day? Heavenward! Heavenward! be our aim, Through waves of trouble and clouds of flame, VOICES OF OCEAN. HAVE heard the ocean murmur I have listen'd to its voices And in silence I have ponder'd But my restless thoughts have wander'd I have tried in vain to fix them, But they've fled to childhood's years; When I wander'd by that ocean With my eyes bedew'd with tears. And ever in that murmur There are harmonies sublime, A psalm of glorious music That echoes through all time; |