HYMN
.
THE
frith
is
crossed
,
the
previous
war-fare
past
,
Through
swampy
plains
,
dark
woods
and
deserts
vast
,
O'er
heaths
,
and
flowery
slopes
and
valleys
fair
,
And
gloomy
mountain
passes
steep
and
bare
,
—
All
disembarked
the
pilgrims
stand
On
the
unknown
and
beauteous
Land
,
While
Hope
,
who
needs
support
no
more
,
Hath
dropped
her
anchor
by
the
shore
,
A
strangely-mingled
band
!
And
lo
,
with
many
a
lofty
dome
,
Before
them
stands
that
ample
home
,
Of
many
mansions
,
halls
of
rest
,
And
heavenly
converse
for
the
blest
,
Where
charity
and
love
abide
;
While
through
its
precincts
fair
and
wide
,
Research
,
and
knowledge
,
and
devotion
,
Together
wend
with
onward
motion
,
—
A
home
to
which
,
the
entrance
free
,
Come
from
all
tribes
of
each
degree
,
And
from
all
lands
,
the
lord
and
slave
,
The
firm
,
the
timid
and
the
brave
;
The
nursling
from
its
mother's
arms
,
The
maid
in
all
her
early
charms
,
The
stately
dame
,
the
weary
drudge
,
The
priest
,
the
penitent
,
the
pannel
and
the
judge
,
—
The
learned
philosopher
,
historian
sage
,
And
he
who
could
not
scan
a
lettered
page
,
Who
look
with
wonderment
,
yet
look
with
love
,
On
their
Companions
,
and
most
sweetly
prove
The
new-born
fellowship
of
blessed
souls
above
.
Yea
,
there
do
enemies
and
rivals
meet
,
And
with
a
strange
good-will
each
other
greet
,
Like
urchins
who
in
feigned
array
Of
war
,
on
school-tide
holyday
,
Have
sparred
and
jostled
on
the
green
,
And
for
a
moment
angry
been
,
Yea
,
feel
such
presence
hath
within
them
given
,
A
quickened
zest
even
to
the
joys
of
Heaven
.
For
o'er
them
charity
like
unseen
air
,
Diffusing
balmy
sweetness
every
where
,
Shall
softly
brood
;
and
minds
of
every
hue
,
From
rosy
paleness
to
empurpled
blue
,
Like
the
fair
rainbow's
mingled
harmony
,
Give
softened
splendour
to
the
mental
eye
.
For
wisdom
as
the
generous
Saviour
said
,
When
peevish
censure
reckless
charges
made
—
Wisdom
,
unshackled
,
works
on
every
side
,
And
is
of
all
her
children
justified
.
The
pilgrim
crowds
advance
.
But
O
,
that
sight
Before
them
opening
,
beautiful
and
bright
,
As
lessening
distance
gives
to
view
Their
Father's
house
,
while
they
pursue
Their
onward
path
,
—
No
!
nor
by
word
or
thought
,
To
man's
imagination
can
be
brought
,
That
awful
glory
,
cease
,
vain
muser
!
cease
!
Bless
God
in
humble
hope
,
and
be
at
peace
.