147 THE WORTH OF SUFFERING. O deem not that earth's crowning bliss For sorrow, bitter though it be, As blossoms smitten by the rain As where the plough has deepest struck, So to the hopes, by sorrow crushed, And life, by trials furrowed, bears 148 FOR SPIRITUAL STRENGTH. O Lord, to whom the heart's desires lie bare Swayed by the impetus of youth till now, 'T is death in life Thy standard to desert; 149 “IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.” Led by kindlier hand than ours, We journey through this earthly scene, Turn to regret what might have been. And yet these hearts, when torn by pain, In thoughts of joys that might have been. But let us still these wishes vain ; We know not that of which we dream. God only knows what might have been. Forgive us, Lord, our little faith: And keep us all, from morn till e'en, Which is not that which might have been. And grant, we may so pass the days That death's dark may not darker be For thought of what life might have been. 150 WHO IS THE ANGEL THAT COMETH? (A Chant.) Who is the angel that cometh? Life! Let us not question what he brings, Under the shade of his mighty wings, Are his secrets told; One by one, Lit by the rays of each morning sun, We will arise and go forth to greet him, In the name of the Lord." Who is the angel that cometh? Pain! Let us arise and go forth to greet him; Is the summons come for us to meet him; And darken our sun; He will stay A desolate night, a weary day. Since in that shadow our work is done, And in that shadow our crowns are won, Let us say still, while his bitter chalice Slowly into our hearts is poured: "Blessed is he that cometh In the name of the Lord." Who is the angel that cometh? Death! But do not shudder and do not fear; For a kingly presence is drawing near. In his flashing steel, Cold and bright The smile that comes like a starry light He comes to help, and to save, and to heal. Then let us, baring our hearts and kneeling, Sing while we wait this angel's sword : "Blessed is he that cometh In the name of the Lord." 151 MEDITATION ON DEATH. Forget thine anguish, Vexed heart again! Why shouldst thou languish With earthly pain? Bedded in clay, Silent and sombre, Oblivion's prey. Why full of terror, Of all thou didst have Follows naught to the grave; Thou fliest thy nest Swift as a bird to thy rest. |