A Harp of the Heart

frost, When snowdrifts melt away; And love-lit faces we have lost God will give back some day. Earth's tombs are draped with living blooms From seeds Thy hands have sown; Thy quenchless light gleams thro' our glooms, And hushes all our moan. "THE CLEARING." Among tall trees I walked in evening gloam, And for a little space saw not the path; The dismal owls called thro' the dark, and winds Made moan as some spent pilgrim racked with pain; Then suddenly I found with sweet surprise That in "the clearing" I had come, and stood Assured and unafraid at my own door; Thus will it be some gladsome time, when thro' The tangled dark my stumbling feet have come, And with my Father safe arrived at home. A NIGHT SONG. Dumb with dread my faltering feet Stand still upon the verge Of stormy seas whose billows beat My dead hope's funeral dirge. Is there no Father's hand to take The hand outstretched to Him? Shall prayer but empty echoes wake Among the sea-fogs dim? Oh, answer, God, speak back to me Across this reach of night; Touch my slow eyes and let them see The coming of the light. LEES OF LIFE. From chalices of languid life, I drain the bitter lees, And all the music left to me Sobs out from broken keys; The glad song bird of hope is hushed, A-droop with weary wing, Nor can the angel of the dawn Coax her sad heart to sing. But fruit was never ripened yet, Without...