IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY

I was alone, for those I loved Were far away from me； The sun shone on the withered grass, The wind blew fresh and free.

Was it the smile of early spring That made my bosom glow？ 'Twas sweet； but neither sun nor wind Could cheer my spirit so.

Was it some feeling of delight All vague and undefined？ No； 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Expanding in the mind.

Was it a sanguine view of life, And all its transient bliss, A hope of bright prosperity？ Oh, no！ it was not this.

It was a glimpse of truth divine Unto my spirit given, Illumined by a ray of light That shone direct from heaven.

I felt there was a God on high, By whom all things were made； I saw His wisdom and His power In all his works displayed.

But most throughout the moral world, I saw his glory shine； I saw His wisdom infinite, His mercy all divine.

Deep secrets of His providence, In darkness long concealed, Unto the vision of my soul Were graciously revealed.

But while I wondered and adored His Majesty divine, I did not tremble at His power： I felt that God was mine；I knew that my Redeemer lived； I did not fear to die； Full sure that I should rise again To immortality.

I longed to view that bliss divine, Which eye hath never seen； Like Moses, I would see His face Without the veil between.