Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Thankful that evening; shadows early fall ? Into thy hands, into thy hands, Oh God! THE JOURNEY. Morning, Noon and Night. Life’s spring-time. morning dawneth fair, With tender buds of promise bright, My pilgrim staff I gayly take And singing, go with foot-steps light O'er opening flowers and springing grass, With eager dancing feet I pass Along the sunny path that leads Slow winding upward o'er the meads. Oh, happy childhood fresh and fair! Thy joyous heritage is mine; With daisy chains and garlands fair, My flowing nut-brown locks I twine, Race with the laughing streams that run From darkling shade to sparkling sun, And mock with bursts of elfin glee, The wild bird’s joyous melody. Tlis future’s misty mountains rise High-swelling on the world’s blue rim, Their summits prop the bounding; skies Half-seen through cloudy drapery dim; I hear from crag and mountain wall, A thousand wooing voices call, And beckoning hands are dimly seen To wave from wooded vistas green. Clasping the hands of laughing hope, While eager fancy runs before, I climb with eager step, the slope, The mountain mere, skim lightly o'er. The flowers plucked at morning tide, With careless hand I fling aside, And long with swifter step to climb, Nor care to wait t!ie laggard, time. I give no more a momint’s chase To painted wings, for carol swezt I pause not in my rapid race; But onward with unrested feet I press me up the rugged slope; Thj full fruition of each hope, All wished for joys, all pure delights, Await me on the distant heights. The rosy dancing: lights of morn On lake and stream reflected shine, Each hear a fairer hope is born, Each hour a brighter joy is mine. Her heritage of lovely things In tribute fair the p…
