Classic Poem

Cease , my soul, thy strayings!
Have they brought thee peace?
Come, no more delayings,
Cease thy wanderings, cease.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

Thou hast found thy centre;
There, my soul, abide;
Never more adventure
Now to swerve aside.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

Thou hast reached thy dwelling;
Safe, sure anchorage
From the perilous swelling
Of the tempest's rage.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

Tranquil hours now greet thee.
In thy calm abode;
Gracious looks now meet thee,
From thy loving God.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

See yon star, love-lighted,
Sparkles from on high;
See yon hope, love-plighted,
Cheers thy heaviest sky.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

Watch, my soul, the glory
Coming brightly up,
O'er yon forest hoary,
O'er yon mountain-top.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

'Tis the bridal morning;
Rise, make no delay;
Put on thine adorning,
Cast thy weeds away.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

Pierce these mists that blind thee,
Press to yonder prize,
Break the bonds that bind thee,
Rise, my soul, arise!
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.