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EYOND THE ©IDE 
 
 BY 
 
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 H. M. POOLE 
 
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 /vjr <?«^ to sea, -where pale and clear, 
 
 The sapphire mountain peaks appear, 
 There far and faint the bec&nitig shore, 
 Where dwell we ever, evermore. 
 
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 HARD & PARSONS 
 NEW YORK. 
 
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 Copyright 1886, 
 
 BY 
 
 Hard & Parsons. 
 
OUR HOME BEYOND THE TIDE. 
 
 0ur Ijome is beyond i\)e tide, friend, — 
 
 Wur Ijome is beyond tr;e fide, 
 Wryere tl?e alorious city of lic^t is seen 
 
 W[?ese aates are open wide. 
 ^I^rou^b +f?e golden streets of t^at city fair 
 
 We soon sball pass alona ; 
 0nd a \)o\n joy sball fill our hearts 
 
 ols we areef th?e sbinina. fbrona;, — 
 Wl^o wal^ f^ose streets t'brouab tl?e endless day, 
 
 Qart[) s dean ones side by side. 
 &\) \ i\)e bliss i\)ai waits us when we read? 
 
 Wur \)ome beyond tpe tide ! 
 
0ur \)ome is beyond t(?e tide, friend, 
 
 W up borne is beyond tpe tide ; 
 Qnd we must not sial? for tj?e earthly joys 
 
 Dest wisdom pas denied. 
 Pop t(?e thorns of eartb tl?ere are flowers in Heaven, 
 
 Hop its cares tl^ere is lona repose, 
 Hop tl?e vale of tears tl;ere s vr>e mount of joy 
 
 Wl^epe \\)e Y>eo?\ witb paptupe alows ; 
 \^\)en witf) lovina be ar ts we will do Mis will, 
 
 Sn w^om oup hearts confide, 
 Ond patiently wait for oup tupn to peacr) 
 
 Wur b om e beyond ttye tide ! 
 
 Phebe A. Hanakord. 
 
THE UNSEEN CITY. 
 
 $ il?inl? of a city 9 l?ave not seen, 
 
 Qxcept in my l?ours of areammp, 
 Wl?ere tbe feet of mortals l;ave never been 
 
 (ipo darben its soft, soft aleamina ; 
 alimmer of pearl and alint of aold, 
 
 0nd a breath from \\)G soul of roses, 
 Will? briaf)tness and beauty all untold 
 
 «pteal over my calm reposes, 
 0s 9 dream of a city Q \)o\/e not seen, 
 
 W[)ere tf?e feet of mortals l?ave never been. 
 
'tjat beautiful city is l?ome to me ; 
 
 rr&y loved ones are aoma tl?itl?er, 
 Ind tpey wt>o already pave crossed tl?e sea 
 
 Ore callina, "oome p 1 1 9 e r . [?it[?er. 
 '(? ! tl?e tender eyes tl?at 5 worshiped \)ere 
 
 Prom tf?e aolden ^eia^ts behold me, 
 Ind toeir sonas enchant tl;e raptured ear, 
 
 \N\)en tpe winas of slumber fold me, 
 Is 3 dream of a city 9 pave not seen, 
 
 Wpere 1r,e feet of mortals [?ave never been. 
 
 Emma Tuttle. 
 
WE SHALL KNOW. 
 
 Wt?en tbe mists ba ve rolled in splendor 
 
 From t(?e beauty of tbe bills, 
 Qnd tbe sunshine, warm and tender, 
 
 Ralls in brial?tness on tbe rills, 
 We may read love s sbmma letter 
 
 iJn tl^e rainbow of tbe spray; 
 We sball know eacb otber better 
 
 Wben tbe mists bave cleared away. 
 
•9f we evr in puman blindness 
 
 nc! foraet t(?at we are dust, 
 of we miss toe law of kindness 
 
 Wr;en we struaaie to be mst, 
 ^pnowy wmas of peace spall cover 
 
 Wll tl?e pain tpat clouds our way, 
 Wpen tb© weary watcf? is over 
 
 Olnd i\)e mists l^ave cleared away. 
 
When \\)Q mists pave risen above us, 
 Ms our Patber knows 91s own, 
 
 Race to face witp tpose wr;o love us 
 We spall know as we are known. 
 
 biove, beyond tpe orient meadows 
 Hloats tpe aolden fnnae of day ; 
 
 Heart to peart we pide tpe shadows 
 ill tj?e mists \)Ove cleared away. 
 
 Annie Herbert. 
 
WAITING. 
 
 |)erene -9 fold my panels and wait 
 
 on care for wind nor tide nor sea ; 
 
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 3 rave no more aainst time or fate 
 
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 Ror lo ! my own spall come to me. 
 
 Oisleep, awake, by niafjt or day, 
 
 (^\)e friends a seer? are seekma me; 
 
 Ko wind can drive my barb astray 
 Kor cl^anae tr;e tide of destiny. 
 
(^>\)e waters know tt^eir own, and draw 
 
 \af\)e brool? that springs in yonder l^eial;t ; 
 
 <|5o flows tr?e aood witl? equal law 
 tinfo i\r>e soul of pure delial^t. 
 
 (@j>\)e stars come nia^tly to tbe sky, 
 
 (£])pe tidal wave unto tl?e sea, 
 rtor time nor space nor deep nor \)\a\), 
 
 Can keep my own away from me. 
 
 John Burroughs. 
 
BUILD THEE. 
 
 Qui Id tr;ee more stately mansions, kj my iSoul, 
 
 CJs tbe swift seasons roll I 
 
 Lieave tlw low-vaulted past ! 
 Qet eacr; new temple, nobler tr;an tr;e last, 
 ^l;ut tfjee from. r;eaven wit!} a dome more vast, 
 
 (ipill tl;ou at lenatl? art free, 
 L^eavina tr;ine outarown s[)ell by life s unrestina sea 
 
 Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
 
"ONLY waiting:' 
 
 kjnly waitma fill tl?e shadows 
 
 fcdre a little ionaer arown, 
 C/nly waitma till tf?e alimmer 
 
 Uf tj?e day s last beam is flown, 
 (^p^eri from out tf?e aatlyered darl?ness, 
 
 Holy, deathless stars spall rise, 
 kJy wpose liapt my soul sball aladly 
 
 (Spread its pathway to tr>e shies. 
 
only waitma till tr?e reapers 
 
 Have fbe last sl;eaf aatl^ered l?ome. 
 Por tr?e summer time is faded, 
 
 ofnd tpe autumn winds pave come. 
 Qven now 9 year th;e footsteps, 
 
 Wnd tpem voices far away; 
 Sf tl?ey call me, 9 am waiting, 
 
 only waitma to obey. 
 
 Frances Mace. 
 
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