hearts shall fill,
In the world beyond the grave.

4. There, shall no tempests blow,
Nor scorching noontide heat;
There, shall be no more snow,
No weary, wandering feet;
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our fathers trod,
To the quiet of the skies,
To the Sabbath of our God.

XXXV. HOW MARGERY WONDERED. (99)
By Lucy Larcom.

1. One bright morning late in March, little Margery put on her hood and
her Highland plaid shawl, and went trudging across the beach. It was the
first time she had been trusted out alone, for Margery was a little girl;
nothing about her was large, except her round gray eyes, which had yet
scarcely opened upon half a dozen springs and summers.

2. There was a pale mist on the far-off sea and sky, and up around the sun
were white clouds edged with the hues of pinks and violets. The sunshine
and the mild air made Margery's very heart feel warm, and she let the soft
wind blow aside her Highland shawl, as she looked across the waters at the
sun, and wondered! For, somehow, the sun had never looked before as it did
to-day;--it seemed like a great golden flower bursting out of its
pearl-lined calyx,--a flower without a stem. Or was there a strong stem
away behind it in the sky, that reached down below the sea, to a root,
nobody could guess where?

3. Margery did not stop to puzzle herself about the answer to her
question, for now the tide, was coming in, and the waves, little at first,
but growing larger every moment, were crowding up along the sand and
pebbles, laughing, winking, and whispering, as they tumbled over each
other, like thousands of children hurrying home from somewhere, each with
its own precious little secret to tell.

4. Where did the waves come from? Who was down there under the blue wall
of the horizon, with the hoarse, hollow voice, urging and pushing them
across the beach at her feet? And what secret was it they were lisping to
each other with their pleasant voices? Oh, what was there beneath the sea,
and beyond the sea, so deep, so broad, and so dim, too, away off where the
white ships, that looked smaller than sea birds, were gliding out and in?

5. But while Margery stood still for a moment on a dry rock, and wondered,
there came a low, rippling warble to her ear from a cedar tree on the
cliff above her. It had been a long winter, and Margery had forgotten that
there were birds, and that birds could sing. So she wondered ag