Yes, The Weary Earth Shall Brighten.

Yes, the weary earth shall brighten -
    Brighten in the perfect day,
And the fields that now but whiten,
    Golden glow beneath the ray!
Slowly swelling in her bosom,
    Long the precious seed has lain, -
Soon shall come the perfect blossom,
    Soon, the rich, abundant grain!

Long has been the night of weeping,
    But the morning dawns at length,
And, the misty heights o'ersweeping,
    Lo, the sun comes forth in strength!
Down the slopes of ancient mountains,
    Over plain, and vale, and stream,
Flood, and field, and sparkling fountains,
    Speeds the warm rejoicing beam!

Think not God can fail His promise!
    Think not Christ can be denied!
He shall see His spirit's travail -
    He shall yet be satisfied!
Soon the "Harvest home" of angels
    Shall resound from shore to shore,
And amid Earth's glad evangels,
    Christ shall reign for evermore!

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Gone Before

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Brethren, Go! A Valediction.

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Judson's Grave.

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Looking Back

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Onward

Onward, still on! - though the pathway be dreary, -
    Though few be the fountains that gladden the way, -
Though the tired spirit grow feeble and weary,
    And droop in the heat of the toil-burdened day;
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Somewhere

"For he looked for a city that hath foundations, whose Maker and Builder is God."


I.

Somewhere, I know, there waits for me
    A home that mocks the pomp of Earth,
Eye hath not seen its majesty,
    Nor heart conceived its priceless worth, -
Talk not of crystal, gems, or gold,
    Or towers that flame in changeless light,
Imagination, weak and cold,
    Faints far below the unmeasured height!
And through its open doors for aye,
    As ages after ages glide,
Without a moment's pause or stay,
    Flows grandly in the living tide -
Brothers, redeemed ones, pressing home
    From every clime, from every shore,
Beneath that fair celestial dome
    Meet to be parted nevermore!


II.

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Strike The Chords Softly

Strike the chords softly with tremulous fingers,
    While, on the threshold of happiest years,
For a brief moment fond memory lingers,
    Ere we go forth to life's conflicts and fears!

Strike the chords softly! - yet no, as we tarry,
    Swiftly the morning is gliding away;
Weary ones droop 'neath the burdens they carry,
    Toiling ones faint in the heat of the day.

Let us not linger! - Earth's millions are crying
    "Come to us, aid us, we grope in the night!
Come to us, aid us, we're perishing, dying -
    Give us, oh, give us, the heavenly Light!"

Let us not linger! - our brethren are calling, -
    "Aid us, the harvest increases each day; -
Some have grown weary, alas, of their toiling! -
    Others have passed from their labors away."

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By And By

        God will not let His bright gifts die
If I may not sing my songs just now
        I shall sing them by and by


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Toiled wearily at his heavy task
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And the pent up fires that burned within
    Seemed withering heart and brain

"Work, work, work!" he murmured low,
    Glancing up at the golden west -
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    By the hands of angels dressed,
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    While the soul, like a prisoned bird,
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The World's Day.

Dark was the world when from the bowers
    Of forfeit Eden man went forth,
With aching heart and blighted powers,
    To till the sterile soil of earth;
Yet, even then, a glimmering light
    Faintly illumed the eastern skies,
And, struggling through the mists of night,
    Beamed soft on Abel's sacrifice.

It shone on Abram's eager eyes
    Upon Moriah's lonely height,
And Jacob, 'neath the midnight skies,
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And o'er Arabia's desert sand
    Where weary Israel wandered on,
In doubt and fear toward Canaan's land,
    The hallowed dawning brighter shone.

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