Onearth asinheaven.—The Lord’s Prayer.
OON earth we take but feeble hold;Joy is not confident or bold;We dare not strike deep roots and stay,Nor trust to-morrow or to-day.We scatter grain beneath frail skies,And note its shoot and watch its rise,And do not know or guess a whitWhat other hands shall garner it.We raise our songs, but fast and soonOur voices unto silence die,And other voices end the tuneWhich, too, shall falter presently.“Forever” is our idle oath;But while the word is on our lipNight falls, and past and future bothOut of our hold and keeping slip.We dare not love as angels may,Lest love should fail us or betray;And life goes on and we go hence,Nor never know continuance.In heaven is safety and sure peace;There is no waning nor decrease.The endless ages ebb and flow,The endless harvests riper grow;Fast in the rich eternal mouldThe heart’s deep roots take hold, take holdWith the strong joy of permanence,Never to be transplanted thence.Sweet songs are sung to very close,Sweet closes recommence and blend;And still as rose-bud answers roseThe new strains grow, the old strains end.Forever means forever there;New joy past sorrow reconciles,And hung in clear and golden airAn undeceiving morrow smiles.While Love the law and Love the sunBlesses and warms and saves each one;And God’s dear will, our earthly prayer,Is made quite plain and perfect there.
OON earth we take but feeble hold;Joy is not confident or bold;We dare not strike deep roots and stay,Nor trust to-morrow or to-day.We scatter grain beneath frail skies,And note its shoot and watch its rise,And do not know or guess a whitWhat other hands shall garner it.We raise our songs, but fast and soonOur voices unto silence die,And other voices end the tuneWhich, too, shall falter presently.“Forever” is our idle oath;But while the word is on our lipNight falls, and past and future bothOut of our hold and keeping slip.We dare not love as angels may,Lest love should fail us or betray;And life goes on and we go hence,Nor never know continuance.In heaven is safety and sure peace;There is no waning nor decrease.The endless ages ebb and flow,The endless harvests riper grow;Fast in the rich eternal mouldThe heart’s deep roots take hold, take holdWith the strong joy of permanence,Never to be transplanted thence.Sweet songs are sung to very close,Sweet closes recommence and blend;And still as rose-bud answers roseThe new strains grow, the old strains end.Forever means forever there;New joy past sorrow reconciles,And hung in clear and golden airAn undeceiving morrow smiles.While Love the law and Love the sunBlesses and warms and saves each one;And God’s dear will, our earthly prayer,Is made quite plain and perfect there.
OON earth we take but feeble hold;Joy is not confident or bold;We dare not strike deep roots and stay,Nor trust to-morrow or to-day.We scatter grain beneath frail skies,And note its shoot and watch its rise,And do not know or guess a whitWhat other hands shall garner it.We raise our songs, but fast and soonOur voices unto silence die,And other voices end the tuneWhich, too, shall falter presently.“Forever” is our idle oath;But while the word is on our lipNight falls, and past and future bothOut of our hold and keeping slip.We dare not love as angels may,Lest love should fail us or betray;And life goes on and we go hence,Nor never know continuance.
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ON earth we take but feeble hold;
Joy is not confident or bold;
We dare not strike deep roots and stay,
Nor trust to-morrow or to-day.
We scatter grain beneath frail skies,
And note its shoot and watch its rise,
And do not know or guess a whit
What other hands shall garner it.
We raise our songs, but fast and soon
Our voices unto silence die,
And other voices end the tune
Which, too, shall falter presently.
“Forever” is our idle oath;
But while the word is on our lip
Night falls, and past and future both
Out of our hold and keeping slip.
We dare not love as angels may,
Lest love should fail us or betray;
And life goes on and we go hence,
Nor never know continuance.
In heaven is safety and sure peace;There is no waning nor decrease.The endless ages ebb and flow,The endless harvests riper grow;Fast in the rich eternal mouldThe heart’s deep roots take hold, take holdWith the strong joy of permanence,Never to be transplanted thence.Sweet songs are sung to very close,Sweet closes recommence and blend;And still as rose-bud answers roseThe new strains grow, the old strains end.Forever means forever there;New joy past sorrow reconciles,And hung in clear and golden airAn undeceiving morrow smiles.While Love the law and Love the sunBlesses and warms and saves each one;And God’s dear will, our earthly prayer,Is made quite plain and perfect there.
In heaven is safety and sure peace;
There is no waning nor decrease.
The endless ages ebb and flow,
The endless harvests riper grow;
Fast in the rich eternal mould
The heart’s deep roots take hold, take hold
With the strong joy of permanence,
Never to be transplanted thence.
Sweet songs are sung to very close,
Sweet closes recommence and blend;
And still as rose-bud answers rose
The new strains grow, the old strains end.
Forever means forever there;
New joy past sorrow reconciles,
And hung in clear and golden air
An undeceiving morrow smiles.
While Love the law and Love the sun
Blesses and warms and saves each one;
And God’s dear will, our earthly prayer,
Is made quite plain and perfect there.