New Starts in Life

Wherein no foot of man as yet has trod;
The City of Man’s Life fulfilled in God.

Bathed all in light, with open gates of gold,

Perfect the City is in tower and street;

And there a Palace for each mortal waits, Complete and perfect, at whose outer gates

An Angel stands its occupant to greet.

Still shine, O patient City on the height,

The while our race in hut and hovel dwells. It hears the music of thy heavenly bells

And its dull soul is haunted by thy light.

Lo, once the Son of Man hath heard thy call

And the dear Christ hath claimed thee for us all.

Phillips Brooks.
S. S. “Pavonia,”

September, 1892,