"REJOICE EVERMORE."
Gen. I. 31.
A Spirit rests upon our Earth, abiding, though unseen
Its soft and gleaming wing may be, we know where it hath been,
We hear no sound of rushing plumes, yet feel them where they pass,
O'er waving boughs and bursting buds, and light up-springing grass.
Its soft and gleaming wing may be, we know where it hath been,
We hear no sound of rushing plumes, yet feel them where they pass,
O'er waving boughs and bursting buds, and light up-springing grass.
And we discern in Earth and sky, in all familiar things,
A sense, a subtle influence, we know not whence it springs!
A gentle presence looks on us with pure and loving face,
A mother yearns to fold her sons within a kind embrace.
A sense, a subtle influence, we know not whence it springs!
A gentle presence looks on us with pure and loving face,
A mother yearns to fold her sons within a kind embrace.
Oh! she is bountiful and rich in costly things and rare,
But her sweetest, dearest blessings spring like lilies without care,
But her sweetest, dearest blessings spring like lilies without care,
