Then, for a moment, flitted o'er his face Weary and footsore I must surely be Ere I can reach the end." While thus he mused, And when, with eager, trembling hands, he grasped And with the cry I woke.-'Twas but a dream! Is thine, the Future and the Past are God's ; The time He gives thee now. Nor, brooding, grieve Thou hast no power to change them if thou wouldst : Trust all to God, assured, whate'er betides, Empty and void as when He gave it thee, Or stained with deeds, that, when once past and gone, Work while the daylight lasts-Time swiftly flies; THE WIND. WHENCE Come ye, mighty winds, whose giant power Making men's hearts to tremble at the sound Is heard a voice," Forth from the throne of God And thither, when our mission here is ended, And the soft breezes whisper lovingly, Like rustling angel wings, murmuring, "We come, Or in our wrath, or in our gentleness, Alike to do His will, whose name is Love." |