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Poems.
The sand of existence from day to day,
Flows on to eternity's shore.
Flows on to eternity's shore.
On! on we are borne through the channel of Time,
To the deep futurity's ocean;
To a haven of bliss, to a sunny clime,
To a world of joyful emotion.
To the deep futurity's ocean;
To a haven of bliss, to a sunny clime,
To a world of joyful emotion.
THE HEART'S DEVOTION.
'T is not alone within the sacred dome,
Reared by man's hands, that homage should be paid
To Him who sits on the Eternal Throne,
That by no human genius e'er was made.
Reared by man's hands, that homage should be paid
To Him who sits on the Eternal Throne,
That by no human genius e'er was made.
But there 's a temple 'neath the smiling skies,
A sacred altar 'neath yon starry sphere;
And there our deepest gratitude should rise,
Seeking an access to our Father's ear.
A sacred altar 'neath yon starry sphere;
And there our deepest gratitude should rise,
Seeking an access to our Father's ear.
In the wide fields, or in the shady wood,
In days bright sunshine, or at evening dim,
In days bright sunshine, or at evening dim,
