Mist and Sunshine.

I looked, and the mist had hidden         Streamlet and gorge and mountain,     Mansion and church had vanished away,         No trace of tree or fountain.     Mist, on the roof where birdlings wake         The strains of old love stories,     Mist, like tears on the roses' cheek,         In cups of the morning glories.     "Ah, like life, 'said my heart to me,'         Only a world of sorrow,     The lips you love, the hands you clasp,         Are cold and strange to-morrow.     Mists on the stream of by-gone days,         Where are your childhood bowers?     Mists on the path of coming years.         Where are your household flowers?"     I looked again; a sunbeam bright         Had shot through the heavy mist;     It drew the rose to its glowing breast,         And the morning glories kissed.     The spire of the Ascension Church         Flashed out like St. 'Michael's sword,     When girt with glowing armor, he         Doeth battle for his Lord.     Each moment some high roof or tower,         Some flush of the maple leaves,     Grew fair to sight, the birdlings sang         In nests on the sun-lit eaves;     And Nature bathed in living light,         As if she renewed her birth,     The Universal Father smiled         Through his sunbeam, on the earth.     "Ah, now my heart, so sad and cold         With mists of its repining,     What will thou say to see once more         The cloud with silver lining?"     Source of light! when I leave this sphere,         Grant me a vision like this,     Mists and shadows rolling away         From the Paradise of bliss.     May I look thus on mounts of God,         The flash of temple spires,     And hear the deathless singers chant         From their harmonious lyres;     So may I close mine eyes on earth,         While heaven's pure light is breaking,     And some I know will fold me close,         In arms of love awaking.