Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems | ||
FAITH.
Faith is the flower that blooms unseen
By mountains of immortal green—
A hoped-for harvest in the skies,
In which the reaper never dies—
A tree to which the power is given
To lift its branches into heaven;
And from whose boughs of gorgeous fruit
A loftier tree shall take its root.
By mountains of immortal green—
A hoped-for harvest in the skies,
In which the reaper never dies—
A tree to which the power is given
To lift its branches into heaven;
And from whose boughs of gorgeous fruit
A loftier tree shall take its root.
Lord! we are grafted into thine,
When broken off from Adam's vine;
And so, from that degenerate tree,
We grow into the life of thee!
For, by the prunings of thy word,
Are we then purged into the Lord;
And like Mount Zion we shall stand
The Temples of our native land.
When broken off from Adam's vine;
And so, from that degenerate tree,
We grow into the life of thee!
For, by the prunings of thy word,
Are we then purged into the Lord;
And like Mount Zion we shall stand
The Temples of our native land.
Lord! if the stars should take their slight,
And vanish from the halls of night;
And if the morning should appear,
And vanish from the evening near;
And if the rivers should run dry,
And every flower that decks them die;
And if the world should cease to be—
I would not lose my trust in thee.
And vanish from the halls of night;
And if the morning should appear,
And vanish from the evening near;
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And every flower that decks them die;
And if the world should cease to be—
I would not lose my trust in thee.
Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems | ||