Old Ben's Trust

Doyou think I'in afraid of dyiu' Becos I would rutherlive, An dhang on to my mis'able chances. And what they are likely to give In tho way of goocï eatin' and arinkin', V ith the 'pcpsy a houndin' me eo, And havin' to den up in winter, Like a bear, with the airliest snow ? No, eir, I toll yon that dyin' Is leavin' the things that wo know, And floatin' out into Btrange waters, All dark, abovo an' below ! I keer nothin' for-New Jerus'lum ; I know 'twouldn't seem like hum, 'Cos where thfy have things so splendid, They don't expect poor folks to come, But, oh, if the singin' iu heaven Was the hum of the wind iu the pines, Or the noise of the brook and the river, Where the brook and the river jines ; II the birds was to sing halleluyar, As they do in the bushes all day, And the little brown chippies would chatter, And the locusses chirrup away ; If them streets was kivered vrith mosses, And shaded with trees overhead, With leaves droppin' down in a shower, Painted purple, and yellow, and red; If over that wonderful river I could go all alone to float, - - - - In and out, among the lilies, With only just Maje in my boal ; If I could hear Maje before me, A barkin' along the trail, I should know there was somethin' to foller, That wouldn't be likely to fail ; And I'd lay down my head, coutentcd To let the moss over me grow, As it does on the trees in the forest, And say L wa3 willin' to go. If tho Lord has allers been with me, And he held me fast by the hand, When the f og kivered up the valleys, And I'd lost the lay of the land, And 'twas safe to trust Hini so fur, 111 trust Him the very last mile ; He knows where to look when He wants me, Without hailin' Him all of the while. - September Galaxy,