And filled with immortality. Receive Thanks, blessings, love, for these, thy lavish boons, And, most of all, their heavenward influences, O Thou that gav'st us flowers! Return, my boy, With all thy chaplets and bright bands, return! Will twinkle on the dew-drops, e'er we reach Our home again. Come, with thy last sweet prayer At thy bless'd mother's knee, to-night shall thanks Unto our Father in his Heaven arise, For all the gladness, all the beauty shed O'er one rich day of flowers! HYMN OF THE TRAVELLER'S HOUSEHOLD ON HIS RETURN. IN THE OLDEN TIME. Joy! the lost one is restored! Sunshine comes to hearth and board. From the far-off countries old Of the diamond and red gold; From the dusky archer bands, From the desert winds, whose breath Smites with sudden silent death; He hath reached his home again, Where we sing In thy praise a fervent strain, God our King! Mightiest! unto Thee he turned, When the noon-day fiercest burned; When the fountain springs were far, And the sounds of Arab war Swelled upon the sultry blast, And the sandy columns past, Unto Thee he cried! and Thou, Merciful! didst hear his vow! Therefore unto Thee again Joy shall sing, Many a sweet and thankful strain, God our King! Thou wert with him on the main, And the snowy mountain chain, And the rivers, dark and wide, Which through Indian forests glide, Thou didst guard him from the wrath Of the lion in his path, And the arrows on the breeze, And the dropping poison-trees: Therefore from our household train Oft shall spring Unto Thee a blessing strain, God our King! Thou to his lone watching wife Thou hast spared his loving child |