THE DRIFT OF LIFE.
By EDMUND SHAFTESBURY.
SOURCE OF MAGNETISM.
Sweetly the morning sunlight, Climbing the
mountain high,
Poured down its gold-beams slanting Like a
pathway from the sky;
And along this highway gleaming, Came the
spirit of one we love; Our home to bless
In this wilderness, It came from heaven above.
PASSING OPPORTUNITY.
Swiftly the day advancing Sped like the
sunshine by;
While the glowing orb of heaven Flooded the
noon-tide sky.
The rose grew wild on the mountain, The bee
sipped the honeyed flower, And down the vale The lily pale, Nodded the fleeting
hour.
3
LOST.
Gently the evening sunlight Touched the
horizon's bar, Reaching the sea eternal, Lighting the land afar.
And down the gold-beams slanting Like a pathway
to the sky, On pearls of light,
Through the gateway bright, It passed to the
realm on high
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