66 'TIS IMMORTALITY DECIPHERS MAN" THE witnesses are heard: the cause is o'er. And opens all the mysteries of his make. His sateless thirst of pleasure, gold, and fame, For earth too large, presage a nobler flight, Edward Young. RELEASED A LITTLE low-ceiled room. Four walls Whose blank shuts out all else of life, And crowded close within their bound A world of pain, and toil, and strife. Her world. Scarce furthermore she knew Of God's great globe that wondrously Outrolls a glory of green earth, And frames it with the restless sea. Four closer walls of common pine, Regardless now of work to do, No queen more careless in her state; Hands crossed in their unbroken calm; For other hands the work must wait. RELEASED Put by her implements of toil, And round her breathes a Rest Divine. Put by at last beneath the lid The exempted hands, the tranquil face; Uplift her in her dreamless sleep, And bear her gently from the place. Oft she hath gazed with wistful eyes Out from that threshold from the night; The narrow bourne she crosseth now, Oft she has pressed with aching feet Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney. I GO TO LIFE I Go to life and not to death; I From darkness to life's native sky; go from sickness and from pain To health and immortality. Let our farewell then be tearless, I go from poverty to wealth, I go from chains to liberty, These fetters will be broken soon; Forth over Eden's fragrant fields I walk beneath a glorious noon. I GO TO THEE From toil there comes the crowned rest; And I, even I, this life-long thirst God lives! Who says that I must die? Horatius Bonar. |