Devotional Poetry for the Children. Second Part

SECOND PART.
“ Make us beautiful within, By Thy Spirit’s holy light; Guard us when our faith burns dim, Father of all love and might. ”
PHILADELPHIA: Published by the Book Association of Friends. 1870.
Electrotyped and Printed for the Association, By THOMAS W. STUCKEY, 403 North Sixth street, above Callowhill, Philadelphia.
There is a little mystic clock, No human eye hath seen, That beateth on,—and beateth on,— From morning until e’en.
And when the soul is wrapped in sleep, All silent and alone, It ticks and ticks the livelong night, And never runneth down.
Oh! wondrous is that work of art, Which knells the passing hour; But art ne’er formed, nor mind conceived, The life-clock’s magic power.
Not set in gold, nor decked with gems, By wealth and pride possessed; But rich or poor, or high or low, Each bears it in his breast.
Such is the clock that measures life,— Of flesh and spirit blended,— And thus ’t will run within the breast, Till that strange life is ended.
Lo! the heavens are breaking, Pure and bright above; Light and life awaking, Murmur, “God is love.”
Music now is ringing, Through the leafy grove, Feathered songsters, singing, Warble, “God is love.”
Wake, my heart, and springing, Spread thy wings above; Soaring still, and singing,— Singing, “God is love.”