Resurgam.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 907, 19 July 1889, Page 4

Resurgam.

‘ j shall arise. For centuries Upon the gray old cliurchyarijl stone These words have stood ; no more is said, The grand old promiso stands alone, Untouched, while years and seasons roll Around it—March winds coma und go Tips sunpraer twilights fall and fade 'q>r autumn sunsets burn and glow, I shall arise,’ O waypring heart, From this take comfort and pe'string i ‘f shall arise nor always grope lu darkness mingling right with wrong 4 From tears and pain, from shades of dPIJW; And wants within that bl'B.dly Sill, 'I shall arise,’ in God's.own tl^‘ *hoU ~ Like children here we lisp and grope. And, till the perfect manhood, wait At home our lime, and only dream Of that which lies beyond the gate, God’s full, free universe of life No shadowy paradise of bliss, No realm of unsubstantial souls, more real life than this 1 O soul \ where’er your ward is kept, ‘ In some still region cfiltai/hl©.^, ivafqh-firesjttll dawn comes, And God’s reveille breaks your vest, 0 soul 1 who left this record here, I read, but scarce can read for tears, I bles9 you, reach and clasp your hand, For all these long two hundred years.

‘ I shall arise.’ O clarion cull ! Time rolling onward to the end Bring* us to life that cannot die. The life where faith and knewledge blend ; Each after each, the cycles roll In silence, and about us here The shadow of the great White Throne Falls broader, deeper, year by year, Philadelphia L-do e r,