Poems (McDonald)/Happiness
For works with similar titles, see Happiness.
HAPPINESS.
Thou hast no earthly home, thou radiant guest, Brief is thy sojourn with the sons of clay; Thy smiles, like parting sunbeams, scarcely rest Upon our path, ere they have passed away: It is in vain we ask their farther stay,—It may not be, thou hast no dwelling here, Thou art a winged angel hovering near, But seldom stooping to our clouded way. Where flaming cherubim for ever swell High-pealing anthems on the ambient air, And harps by seraphs tuned, for ever tell Immanuel's love and glory—Spirit, there, There is thy home, thy bright and true abode, Only a lingerer here, thy birth-place is with God.