And put on those of light. They're Where dwell thy fellow - men. gone to dwell In love, their God's and angels'! Shouldst thou be sad, With noble thoughts and wake thee into love; And let each feeling in thy breast be given An honest aim, which, sanctified by Heaven, And springing into act, new life imparts, Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts. Sin clouds the mind's clear vision from its birth, Around the self-starved soul has spread a dearth. The earth is full of life; the living Hand Touched it with life; and all its forms expand With principles of being made to suit Man's varied powers and raise him from the brute. And shall the earth of higher ends be full, |