Vicksburg weekly herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1868-1883, 1870-10-15
THE REAuTIFuL RIVER.

Their, IS beautiful river a muFmuring river
hose current do h ripple and roll
From the Great Heart called the In1niiI
Giver,
Indweller-and Life Of the soul.
Our minds ana our hearts are the shores tina
ltkisses,
And lAves through the infinite day,
Unfolding 10 blossom and frultage thu
That woO u' DER LIES weary way.
I've listen'd entranced to the song of thi
river,
Since Inst l awoke in this sphere,
And caught from is ripplOs the glimmoI
and quivOr
or lOvo-iight through shadow and fear;
And on when uplifting the tear'CloudeC
vision,
The GOd OF my faith to implorc,
I've seen for a moment the hRllOWOd elysian
That lies on It's beautiful shore.
But when unto others I'd outline the story,
In answer 70 hoping and prayer,
Ny speech shrinketh back FROM It's in1nitt
glory.
Andleayeth my thought In despair
For earth hath no language In nhlch l car
give it.
The soul must is symbols conceive;
And then must we nOurtsh and 'herish and
It's RsVsr Ours while we bsliees.
Belief Is but doubling. and over this river
There swe' peth no shadow OF fear;
Distrust and ME giving have parted forever
Milh those who abiie in Its spheru
This realm, like all others, must feel life.
reaction,
But Ike the SOFT shade Of Rsun6eam's Tefec'
The soul and, is infinite rest.
Earth't children have mArveled how prophet
and martyr
Could sing while the fierce a me = oss-
How thumb-screw aud hemlOck the clay
tor o could scatter,
And mar not the spirits repnse
They saw not what d%raughtS from his prr'
Were unto their burning lips prest-
How sweotly the breeze O'er it, crysta
breast blowing
Was wOOing them unto their Fest.
! knOts twas this river. this beautiful river,
4 hat flashed on the eye Of the SEER
Who' bathing in light frVm The Inn liz
Long, long ago DIV cit in our sphere.
he bOld Us II flowed in It's crystalline glory
From out the high throne OF our God.
But ne'er could 1 imagine the beautiful
story
Until on its shores | had trod.
IT'S ofthis sweet river, this beautiful river
My songs un;o earth shall be given.
For round US IT'S sweeping and rolling for
ever
It's murmuTs are eli OF our heaven.
Though dtem'd . Wild dreamer VI beauty
ideal,
IN walk BY this musical stream;
Far dearer than all that the world cAllet
real
To ne is this i4ants drsSm.
IT'S the song of this river. this heautiu
river,
That glsddens the dear earth TO. lay,
Pruclalming the power Of the Law TO dellve
oursOuls from Deaths terrible sway.
The detT "gone-before US" across IL .
ON pinions Of glory aud might
Their songs turning sorrow, and sobbinI
and weeping
To gTatitade's purest delight.
It's the song Of this river. this beautlm
river,
That drowncth the threat Of The foe
That wIesteth the poisonous shaft from II
CULVER,
Anu iAyctu OppFOaalona manu- lnW.
Not yet can l d ell Ia the Kingdom eternal
Though hourly is glory | see;
NY itet press the earta, while Of rapture
Supe. nal
This river is singing 10 me.
Then roll on, sweet river. o beautiful river
Thy waves are the octave. and bars
Ger which, In their praise u the Inflnitu
GiveT,
Rolled forth the glad songs OF the stars.
Thy Iipples are Keyed 70 all rapture il
hU ven,
o. earth, or Ia kingdoms above;
Ny no res deepest praises 70 thee shall b
given,
o infinite river OF Love
BY IRE r. o. Hrssr.