 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
EVERGREENS.
Come to the House of Prayer,
Where willing knees to Providence are bowed,
For earth is mantled in a snowy shroud,
And seems no longer fair;
And though we cannot view
The violet peeping from the velvet sod,
Maidens have decked the holy House of God
With wreaths of emerald hue
Where willing knees to Providence are bowed,
For earth is mantled in a snowy shroud,
And seems no longer fair;
And though we cannot view
The violet peeping from the velvet sod,
Maidens have decked the holy House of God
With wreaths of emerald hue
Sin-smitten mortals, come!
The green festoons that do the walls adorn—
Fresh as when watered by the dews of morn—
Are eloquent, though dumb;
For the leaf-laden bough
That Winter fades not with his frosty breath,
Is like the spirit, living on when death
Touches with ice the brow.
The green festoons that do the walls adorn—
Fresh as when watered by the dews of morn—
Are eloquent, though dumb;
For the leaf-laden bough
That Winter fades not with his frosty breath,
Is like the spirit, living on when death
Touches with ice the brow.
Come to the House of Prayer,
Poor human toilers in this world of strife—
Gaze on those emblems of eternal life,
And learn a lesson there;
For those green garlands tell
The dying Christian of a brighter shore,
Where blinding tears will dim the eye no more,
And shapes Angelic dwell.
Poor human toilers in this world of strife—
Gaze on those emblems of eternal life,
And learn a lesson there;
For those green garlands tell
The dying Christian of a brighter shore,
Where blinding tears will dim the eye no more,
And shapes Angelic dwell.
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