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BY EDEN-STREAMS.
There was a stirring in the trees of heaven,
The reflex of a face upon the stream
Along whose brim I sought the lambs at even,
To lead them home beside its crystal gleam.
The reflex of a face upon the stream
Along whose brim I sought the lambs at even,
To lead them home beside its crystal gleam.
This lovely work the dear Lord gave to me;
His lambs—the little children—were my care:
I knew thine eyes; I looked up, and saw thee,
Changed but as I was changed,—for nothing there
His lambs—the little children—were my care:
I knew thine eyes; I looked up, and saw thee,
Changed but as I was changed,—for nothing there
Remains to hurt, or chill, or separate,
Where truth alone survives, and heart reads heart:
Thou from afar beyond heaven's outmost gate
Wert bringing back some glorious mission's chart.
Where truth alone survives, and heart reads heart:
Thou from afar beyond heaven's outmost gate
Wert bringing back some glorious mission's chart.
To see thee seemed so natural, so sweet!
And, lingering there, we talked of yesterday,
And of the pleasant friends we used to meet,
Working and singing, on the homeward way.
And, lingering there, we talked of yesterday,
And of the pleasant friends we used to meet,
Working and singing, on the homeward way.
Scarcely it seemed that we had loosened hands,
Since the glad moment when at first we met,
And knew our kinship, 'mid the dim green lands
Of our fair earth, in heaven remembered yet.
Since the glad moment when at first we met,
And knew our kinship, 'mid the dim green lands
Of our fair earth, in heaven remembered yet.
Each questioned, “Hast thou lately hither sped?
Younger than yesterday thy face appears.”
“Dear deathless ones,” a passing angel said,
“Since you left earth, time counts a thousand years.”
Younger than yesterday thy face appears.”
“Dear deathless ones,” a passing angel said,
“Since you left earth, time counts a thousand years.”
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