Day Dawn, 87

All sinless now, and crowned and glorified, Where'er thou movest move they still with thee.

As erst, in sweet communion by thy side, Walked John and Mary in old Galilee.

But hush, my heart I T is but a day or two Divides thee from that bright, immortal shore.

Rise up ! rise up ! and gird thee for the race I Fast fly the hours, and all will soon be o'er.

Thou hast the new name written in thy soul ;

Thou hast the mystic stone He gives his own. Thy soul, made one with him, shall feel no more

That she is walking on her path alone.