Voices from the Willow and the Palm, Rhythms of Grief and Hope Selected from the Suffering and the Thoughtful

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ...I forget not heaven's pure flame within. Amid the ashes still a spark surviveth, Which ever yearneth heavenward, ever striveth To be with God. There is my home! The Late King of Sweden. THE GATHERING HOME. HEY are gathering homeward from every land, One by one; As their weary feet touch the shining strand, One by one, Their brows are enclosed in a golden crown, Their travel-stained garments are all laid down, And clothed in white raiment they rest on the mead, Where the Lamb loveth His chosen to lead, One by one. Before they rest they pass through the strife, One by one; Through the waters of death they enter life, One by one; To some are the floods of the river still As they ford on their way to the heavenly hill, To others the waves run fiercely and wild, Yet all reach the home of the Undefiled, One by one. We too shall come to that river-side, One by one; We are nearer its waters each eventide, One by one. N The Gathering Home. 111 We can hear the noise and dash of the stream Now and again through our life's deep dream; Sometimes the floods all the banks o'erflow, Sometimes in ripples the small waves go, One by one. Jesus! Redeemer! we look to Thee, One by one; We lift up our voices tremblingly, One by one. The waves of the river are dark and cold, We know not the spots where our feet may hold; Thou, who didst pass through in deep midnight, Strengthen us, send us the staff and the light, One by one. Plant Thou Thy feet beside as we tread, One by one; On Thee let us lean each drooping head, One by one; Let but Thy strong arm around us be twined, We shall cast all our fears and cares to the wind: Saviour! Redeemer! with Thee full in view, Smilingly, gladsomely, shall we pass through, One by one. Mary Leslie. ON THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE....