 | Poems by Miss H. F. Gould |  |
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A VOICE TO THE MOURNER.
“And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”
Rev. xxii. 2.
Rev. xxii. 2.
Would'st thou recall me, sorrowing child of earth,
Would'st thou recall me to my sleeping clay?
Time's richest treasures, all its joys are worth,
One breath of heaven would sweep, as dust, away!
I 've done with all the shadow forms,
That mortals yet pursue;
The changing hues—the vapor lights,
That shine to mock their view!
I'm safe above the thorny paths
They still must travel through!
Would'st thou recall me, there again to stray?
Would'st thou recall me to my sleeping clay?
Time's richest treasures, all its joys are worth,
One breath of heaven would sweep, as dust, away!
I 've done with all the shadow forms,
That mortals yet pursue;
The changing hues—the vapor lights,
That shine to mock their view!
I'm safe above the thorny paths
They still must travel through!
Would'st thou recall me, there again to stray?
Here shines the glory, cloud shall never shade;
Here flows the fountain of eternal joy:
This tree of life hath leaves that cannot fade—
Balm pure and healing—fruits that never cloy!
Now, of love, and faith, and hope,
Comes the sure reward.
We are crowned, an angel band;
In a sweet accord,
Singing to our golden harps,
“Holy is the Lord!”
Would'st thou recall me from the blest employ?
Here flows the fountain of eternal joy:
This tree of life hath leaves that cannot fade—
Balm pure and healing—fruits that never cloy!
Now, of love, and faith, and hope,
Comes the sure reward.
We are crowned, an angel band;
In a sweet accord,
Singing to our golden harps,
“Holy is the Lord!”
Would'st thou recall me from the blest employ?
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