PILGIM, is thy mind-sky clouded,
Does the sunlight dimly shine?
Is the earth in darkness shrouded,
While false prophets peace divine?
Cheer up, pilgrim! let thy vision
Look around thee—light is near.
Soon will come the great transition,
God in glory will appear. Pilgrim, has thy hope receded,
Think'st thou God is sought in vain?
Friends proved false when sorest needed,
Foes rejoicing at thy pain?
Cheer up, pilgrim, there's a blessing
For the waiting—never fear;
Foes forgiving, sins confessing,
Trust in God and persevere. Pilgrim, all things round are calling
With united voice, "Be strong."
Tho' the chains of earth are galling,
They will lose their strength ere long.
God from his high throne in heaven
Watches every hindered step,
He will see each net clean riven,
Which your foes in anger set. Pilgrim, there's a quiet slumber
Waiting for thee in the grave;
And there is a blessed number
Christ is coming soon to save:
Wait, then, till life's quiet even
Closes round thee calm and clear,
Or till called from earth to heaven,
All will there "be of good cheer."
F. V. B.
Camden, Me.