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And many a chance and change I've seen,
And many a sorrow known, Yet trusting to a guiding hand
And strength, but not my own.
That hand and strength have safe kept me
In sprrow's darksome night, And they will be around me still
Till I behold the light.
The light that beameth from my home;
Where many mansions bę, Which shines in its full radiance
Beyond life's troubled sea.
I thus have told the story, writ
Upon life's youthful page,
Experience in age :
Not for the story, nor to boast
Of any deed of mine,
To seek a faith divine.
O trust in Jesus ! seek His grace,
He never will deny
You from His throne on high.
In answer to your cry for help
His Spirit will be given
R. R. THOM,
Too Late; or, a more Convenient Season.
OH, saddest memory of life,
Felt at the last most keen!
To think what might have been :
When life was offered them;
The Master's garment hem :
To think of glowings of the heart,
While still the lips were dumb ;
Though Jesus bade them come :
Of blessed hours of power divine,
When Christ was very nigh,
The lips refused to cry,
Still clung to self and sin,
Some day to enter in.
For heavenly grace to pray ;
And tread the narrow way.
They waited till too late ;
The King had shut the gate.
The Lord of life is near ;
He waits your cry to hear.
The forest was a sea of flame
Whose tide was rolling nigher, While nearer still upon the right
The prairie was on fire. Across the level wild we sped,
And bridle never drew,
The rocks appeared in view.
So helplessly that lies,
Its madness in his eyes?
Too weak to speak or stir.
“ An Indian missioner. “He preaches to the redskin tribes.
But what are we to do?
Can ever carry two.
And leave him to expire
A victim of the fire.
The horses sprang away. “ As for ourselves,” the trapper said,
“We'll run the risk and stay. “We'll burn the grass." He lighted it ;
The flames rose high and higher,
Another prairie fire.
And left the place all bare,
And laid the sick man there.
We heard its rush and roar; 'Twas like the sound of breakers wild
Upon a rocky shore.
Near and more near the firetide swept,
It reached the burnt-up grass,
We saw it swiftly pass.
Beside us was assuaged,
The fiery tempest raged.
“ What think you, will he die?”
The trapper made reply. “I carry here a potent drug,
I'll give it to the man ;
We'll save his if we can."
By turns we nursed him there;
Upon that desert bare.
Out of the fever's strife :
“How you did save my life ; “For I remember nothing more,
But only that I fell. What happened then?” The trapper looked
At me, and said, “You tell." I told the story from the first,
Just how it came to pass, — About the prairie fire that raged,
And how we burnt the grass.
On either side that swept;
We constant watch had kept.
Was hanging on a breath,