HERE AND THERE.
|Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.| -- 1 Cor.2:9.
|Was kein Auge hat gesehen.|
transl., Jane Borthwick, 1855
What no human eye hath seen,
What no mortal ear hath beard,
What on thought hath never been
In its noblest flights conferred --
This hath God prepared in store
For His people evermore!
When the shaded Pilgrim-land
Fades before my closing eye,
Then reveal'd on either hand
Heaven's own scenery shall lie;
Then the veil of flesh shall fall,
Now concealing, darkening all.
Heavenly landscapes, calmly bright,
Life's pure river murmuring low,
Forms of loveliness and light,
Lost to earth long time ago;
Yes, mine own, lamented long,
Shine amid the angel throng!
Many a joyful sight was given,
Many a lovely vision here --
Hill, and vale, and starry even,
Friendship's smile, Affection's tear;
These were shadows, sent in love,
Of realities above!
When upon my wearied ear
Earth's last echoes faintly die,
Then shall angel-harps draw near --
All the chorus of the sky;
Long-hushed voices blend again,
Sweetly, in that welcome-strain.
Here were sweet and varied tones,
Bird, and breeze, and fountain's fall,
Yet creation's travail-groans
Ever sadly sigh'd through all.
There no discord jars the air --
Hrmony is perfect there!
When thus aching heart shall rest,
All its busy pulses o'er,
From her mortal robes undresst
Shall my spirit upward soar.
Then shall unimagined joy
All my thoughts and powers employ.
Here devotion's healing balm
Often came to soothe my breast --
Hours of deep and holy calm,
Earnests of eternal rest.
But the bliss was here unknown,
Which shall there be all my own!
Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun
Of that wondrous world above;
All the clouds and storms are gone,
All is light, and all is love.
All the shadows melt away
In the blaze of perfect day!