FAMILIAR GARDEN FLOWERti 



Oh, tell me mure, thou amaranth flower — 



More of His wisdom, love, and power ; 



Oh, tell me is that land most fair — 



Arc all the flowers unfading- there '" 



And if a mortal ti'ead that hill, 



Will not each thought soar heav'u-w:ad still? 



AViU he not feel celestial hirth, 



All wing''d for heaven, and loos'd from earth r 



■' Christian ! the glory's all past hy 

 That heam'd on Tahoi wondrously — 

 The sounds miraculous arc still. 

 And earthly winds breathe ror.nd tlie hill; 

 Prop)hets, apostles, all are j;oae — 

 jSTo light tells thee where the glory shone. 

 Oh, dream not holier thoughts would rise 

 'Xeath Eiisterii than 'neath iresicrn skies, 

 But triumph in thy blessed lot— 

 Thou canst not he where God is not," 



