A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

POlUlS OJ' 'IIJI:LlOlOII'.

Ob, who would bear life'" stormy doom,

Did not thy Wing of Love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom,

One Peace-branch from abo•e t

Then sorrow, toucb'd by Thee, gro11r11 bright

With more th11n rapture'• ray;

Aa d&rkneu ahowe ue worlda of light

We never anw by day I

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lkt Dnl!l abcqzrait iu~orl fat tbc (alnlifut af JiCt.

On adequate Rpport

For the eala.mitiu of mortal life

Exiate-one only ; &n uaured belief

That the proce88ion of our fate, howe'u

Sad or dieturb'd, ie order'd by a Being

or infinite bennolenee and power.

Whoae everlasting purposes embraee

All accidents, converting them to good.

The darta ofanguiabfi.r not where the ~eat

Ofenlf'ering hath been thoroughly fortified

By acquiescence in the Will supreme

For time and for eternity ; by faith,

Faith absolute in God, including hope,

And the defenoe that ties in boundleaalove

Of hie pe1-fectiona; with habitual dread

Of an~bt unworthily conoei•ed, endured

Impatiently, ill done, or left undone,

To the dishonour of hie holy JWDe.

Soul of our eoula, and aafeguard of the world f

Sustain, thou only canst, the sick of hea.rt;

Restore t.heir languid apirita, a..ud reeall

Their loet aft"eotione unto thee a..ud thine I

WOBDIIWO:aTH.

Sn.u: low to me, my Saviour, l ow and sweet

From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,

Lest I should feal' and fal1 1 a..ud miea thee eo,

Who art not mlee'd by nny that entreat.