The Pure In Heart Shall See God.

They shall see Him in the crimson flush
    Of morning's early light,
In the drapery of sunset,
    Around the couch of night.


When the clouds drop down their fatness,
    In late and early rain,
They shall see His glorious footprints
    On valley, hill and plain.

They shall see Him when the cyclone
    Breathes terror through the land;
They shall see Him 'mid the murmurs
    Of zephyrs soft and bland.

They shall see Him when the lips of health,
    Breath vigor through each nerve,
When pestilence clasps hands with death,
    His purposes to serve.

They shall see Him when the trembling earth
    Is rocking to and fro;
They shall see Him in the order
    The seasons come and go.

They shall see Him when the storms of war
    Sweep wildly through the land;
When peace descends like gentle dew
    They still shall see His hand.

They shall see Him in the city
    Of gems and pearls of light,
They shall see Him in his beauty,
    And walk with Him in white.

To living founts their feet shall tend,
    And Christ shall be their guide,
Beloved of God, their rest shall be
    In safety by His side.

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was an African American abolitionist, suffragist, poet, teacher, public speaker, and writer. Born free in Baltimore, Maryland, she was one of the first African American women to be published in the United States. She was active in social reform movements and used her poetry and prose to advocate for abolition and women's rights. Her best-known works include the poetry collection "Forest Leaves" and the novel "Iola Leroy."

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

A Grain Of Sand.

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