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 ''Ah! those who’ve anchored, lo, these many days''

In that fair land beyond this misty haze,

I wonder if they watch our restless feet,

As here we climb Life’s sin-encumbered ways.

In Your Room

How sacred do the very curtains seem

That guard the wistful pathway of the light

That fain would enter through your casement there

And linger with you. And when gentle night

Has strewn the meadows of the Summer sky

With patient stars, then every little bloom

That shines serene watches in constancy,

If but to lose one ray within your room.

There is the couch where restful slumber comes

To your sweet eyes, and love-dreams chase

All cares and worries from your merry heart,

And bring the sleeper’s smile to your dear face.

So when the morn awakes and peaceful night

Has softly passed, then from the eastern skies

A thousand sunbeams race with message sweet—

A new day’s welcome to your waking eyes.