SOMETHING LOST.
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If such is earth beneath the curse
Of lust, and pride, and sin,
Earth where the threatening power of death
Throughout all time has been,—
What must be heaven, where naught of this
Can ever enter in?
Of lust, and pride, and sin,
Earth where the threatening power of death
Throughout all time has been,—
What must be heaven, where naught of this
Can ever enter in?
In all these gracious works I see
God's mercy and His care;
The world holds no place so remote
His love cannot reach there.
I cannot stray so far away
Prayer will not find His ear;
In every place I know and feel
His strengthening Presence near;
And if He loves and cares for me,
What cause have I for fear?
God's mercy and His care;
The world holds no place so remote
His love cannot reach there.
I cannot stray so far away
Prayer will not find His ear;
In every place I know and feel
His strengthening Presence near;
And if He loves and cares for me,
What cause have I for fear?
SOMETHING LOST.
What is it that I miss these long drear nights,
When the bleak winds against my casement blow,
And o'er the grim, gaunt outline of the heights
Comes down the ghostly mistiness of snow?
I do not dread the wind; I'm sheltered warm;
Before me roars the fire, the lamp burns clear;
What is there in this cruel winter storm
To mind me of that sweet, long-vanished year?
When life was young, and all the world
Was dear?
When the bleak winds against my casement blow,
And o'er the grim, gaunt outline of the heights
Comes down the ghostly mistiness of snow?
I do not dread the wind; I'm sheltered warm;
Before me roars the fire, the lamp burns clear;
What is there in this cruel winter storm
To mind me of that sweet, long-vanished year?
When life was young, and all the world
Was dear?
