4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects giv'n;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene--in heav'n.
Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.
522 Going Home. L.M.
Joyful Prospect.
My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;