POETRY.

Ny EATHER,s HOUSE.
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There is pIaceof waveIess rest,
Far, far above the skies,
Where beauty lives eternaIly,


And pleasure never dies -
My Fathers house-my heavenly home,
Where glorious mansions stand,
Prepared by God himself for all


Who seek Immanuel's land"
When tossed upon the waves of life
With fear on every side,
When loudly howls the gathering storm,
And foams the angry tide
Beyond the storm, beyond the waves,
Bursts forth the light Of morn,
Bright beaming from my Fathers house,
To cheer the soul forlorn.
And even when the hour draws nigh,
With all its dreaded gloom,
When death shall buCst the bands of life,
And sink as ia the tomb,
The light of yonaer heavenly house


Shall cheer the parting sout
And o'er it, mounting to the skies,


tide of rapture roll.
In that blest home of changeless joy,
Earth's parted friends shall meet
With smiles of love that never fade,


And happiness complete;
o, there adieus areFsounds unknown;
Death frowns not on that cline,
But lifein glorious beauty blooms,


Eternal and sublime!