18 THE FOGY DAYS AXD NOW; 



Painting, guilding with such bright sheen, 

 Language fails, can't describe the scene; 

 Now feel the need of education, 

 Subside, no further explanation. 



In Heaven we ken, mountains fair, 

 Grand ranges, ever standing there, 

 For they display God's mighty hand. 

 Majestic mountains bear His brand. 



Silvery streams and chrystal bright. 

 Rivers in which the saints delight , 

 Who, forever sing out their thanks. 

 Tramping gems that line their banks. 



Plucking fruits that forever ripe, 

 And ne'er and ne'er a tear to wipe ; 

 Xo anxious thought about to-morrow, 

 Where the Son of God shuts out sorrow. 



