156 IValks in New England 



Let them praise the name of the Lord ! 



Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord ! &quot; 



Yea, for all they are doing his will, 



All the life of God, going on, all that is and shall be to 



fill;- 



And we know not why or how, but surely it is, 

 Death in a moment of storm, death in the quiet of home, 

 Death in the horror of murder, death at the hight of 



bliss, 



What matters how we depart ? Even in ocean s foam 

 God is : and not wave and not wind, 

 Nor other messengers of his mind, 



Can harm the soul that knows him, 

 Since each of them but shows him 

 Intent upon the mighty work of Time, 

 Which is Eternity : for what we call 

 Time s but the entrance hall, 

 Nay, tis a corridor 

 Whence opens many a door 

 On passages which lead us to the prime 

 And present habitation of our God, 

 The spiritual place where feet ne er trod, 

 Unlimned, illimitable light, the abode of God. 



&quot; The Lord descended from above 

 And bowed the heavens high, 



And underneath his feet he cast 

 The darkness of the sky ; 



On cherub and on seraphim 



