The Refiner'S Gold. 59

He knew my heart was tempest-tossed, By care and pain oppressed; He whispered to my burdened heart, Come unto me and rest.

He found me weary, faint and worn, On barren mountains cold; With love's constraint he drew me on, To shelter in his fold.

Oh! foolish heart, how slow wert thou To welcome thy dear guest, To change thy weariness and care For comfort, peace and rest.

Close to his side, oh! may I stay, Just to behold his face, Till I shall wear within my soul The image of his grace.

The grace that changes hearts of stone To tenderness and love, And bids us run with willing feet Unto his courts above.

60 A STORY OF THE REBELLION.

A STORY OF THE REBELLION.

The treacherous sands had caught our boat, And held it with a strong embrace And death at our imprisoned crew Was sternly looking face to face.

With anxious hearts, but failing strength, We strove to push the boat from shore; But all in vain, for there we lay With bated breath and useless oar.

Around us in a fearful storm The fiery hail fell thick and fast; And we engirded by the sand, Could not return the dreadful blast.

When one arose upon whose brow The ardent sun had left his trace, A noble purpose strong and high Uplighting all his dusky face.

Perchance within that fateful hour The wrongs of ages thronged apace; But with it came the glorious hope Of swift deliverance to his race.

Of galling chains asunder rent, Of severed hearts again made one,