The Changed Cross; And Other Religious Poems

The Changed Cross; And Other Religious Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ... need beside. THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS, 107 THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS. I SEE them far away, In their calm beauty, on the evening skies, Across the golden west their summits rise, Bright with the radiance of departing day. And often, ere the sunset light was gone, Gazing and longing, I have hastened on, As with new strength, all weariness and pain Forgotten in the hope those blissful heights to gain. Heaven lies not far beyond, But these are hills of earth, our changeful air Cireles around them, and the dwellers there Still own mortality's mysterious bond. The ceaseless contact, the continued strife, Of sin and grace, which can but close with life, Is not yet ended, and the Jordan's roar Still sounds between their path and the Celestia) shore. But there, the pilgrims say, On these calm heights, the tumult and the noise Of all our busy cares and restless joys Has almost in the distance died away; All the past journey " a right way " appears, Thoughts of the future wake no faithless fears, 108 TBE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS. And through the clouds, to their rejoicing eyes, The city's golden streets and pearly gates arise. Courage, poor fainting heart! These happy ones in the far distance seen Were sinful wanderers once, as thou hast been, Weary and sorrowful, as now thou art. Linger no longer on the lonely plain, Press boldly onward, and thou too shalt gain Their vantage-ground, and then, with vigor new, All thy remaining race and pilgrimage pursue. Ah! far too faint, too poor Are all our views and aims--we only stand Within the borders of the promised land, Its precious things we seek not to secure; And thus our hands hang down, and oft unstrung Our harps are left the willow-trees among; Lord, lead us forward, upward, till we know How much of...
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  • Paperback | 38 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236592166
  • 9781236592163