POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2544, 3 June 1882, Page 4

POETRY.

AT LAST. When on my day of life the night is falling, And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, I hear far voices out of darkness calling My feet to paths unknown. Thou who has made my home of life so pleasant, Leave not its tenants when its walls decay, 0 Love divins, O Helper ever present, Be Thon my strength and stay ! Be near me when all else is from me drifting. Earth, sky, home’s picture, days of shade and shine, And kindly laces to my own uplifdng The love which answers mine. 1 have bnt Thee, O Father 1 Let Thy spirit Bo with me then to comfort and uphold ; No gate of pearl, no branch of palm, I merit, Nor street of shining gold. Suffice it if—my good and ill unreokoned, And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace— I find myself by hands familiar beckoned Unto my fitting place. Some humble door among Thy many mansions, Some sheltering shade were sin and striving cease. And flows for ever through Heaven’s green expansions The river of Thy peace. There, from the music round about me stealing. I fain would learn the new and holy song, And find, at last, beneath Thy trees of healing. The life for which I long. John Gebenleae Whittier.