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Show God Is Near. By John A. Joyce.) God is near upon the ocean, God is near upon the land; He is All, both rest and motion We are only grains of sand. Little mites upon life's billow. May flies buzzing out the hour, Dreams upon a fevered pillow, Dewdrops on a withered flower. Only waiting for tomorrow, That has never come to man. Here we live in joy and sorrow, Chasing phantoms as we can. Chasing pleasure, chasing greatness, Over tangled walks and waves; But we learn the bitter lateness Just before we find our graves. Hope is nigh with fairy Angers, Tracing sunbeams on the way; Magic memory ever lingers, Busy with the bygone day. Life and death are but the portals To a realm of endless rest; God is working through His mortals; All in some way shall be blessed! |