OUR VOLUNTEER'S BIRTHDAY.
THE sky, it was veiled and dark when we rose,
The storm-cloud obscured the mountain from sight;
The winds were at war, nor peace, nor repose
Came in with the day, as we prayed that it might;
We spoke of the time we love to recall,
The joy that to us thine advent conferred,
That a mystery thus should forever inthrall
The changes that early in childhood occurred.
The storm-cloud obscured the mountain from sight;
The winds were at war, nor peace, nor repose
Came in with the day, as we prayed that it might;
We spoke of the time we love to recall,
The joy that to us thine advent conferred,
That a mystery thus should forever inthrall
The changes that early in childhood occurred.
I took up the Book and read for the day
The psalm—O, how sweet were the notes of the song,
The burden of which to those who obey,
That God would ever His mercies prolong;
The children of Israel,—this was the theme,
The promise that to His people were given,—
Of those who rebelled, of Joseph, his dream,
Of Jacob, and, too, the Anointed of Heaven.
The psalm—O, how sweet were the notes of the song,
The burden of which to those who obey,
That God would ever His mercies prolong;
The children of Israel,—this was the theme,
The promise that to His people were given,—
Of those who rebelled, of Joseph, his dream,
Of Jacob, and, too, the Anointed of Heaven.
The clouds that hung heavy by noon were dispersed,
Their fury was spent in tornado and rain,
While I the events of thy boyhood rehearsed,
And pictured each scene from memory again;
Their fury was spent in tornado and rain,
While I the events of thy boyhood rehearsed,
And pictured each scene from memory again;
