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

POJUlB OJ' IUU.IOIO!I.

l 'he world aita at the feet of Ohriat

Unk.uowiug, blind, and unc:on.soled;

It yet shall touch His gannent'a fold,

And feel tbe heavenly AJchemiat

Transform ita very duat to gold.

The theme bent~ angel tongue•

Beyond a mor1Ale aco~ hu grown.

Oh, heart of mine I w1th reYereuce OWil

The fulnea.s whloh to it belonga,

And tTWit the unknown for the known!

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Jaunt. of l:mat.

0 Lo:ao Divine! that atoop'd to abare

Our sharpest pang, our bittereat tear,

On thee we cut ench earth-born care,

We smile at pain while Thou art near.

Though long the weruy wny we t11ead,

And sorrow CI'OWD each lingering year;

No path we ahun, no da.ri:neaa dread,

Our h11nrts still whispering, Thou art near!

When droopio~ pleasure turns to grie~

And tremblmg fl\itb is changed to fear,

The murmlll'iug wind, the quivering leaf,

Shall softly tell ua, Thou art near!

On Thee we Jling our burdening woe,

0 Love Divine! for ever dear,

Oonteut to suffer, while we know,

LiYiog aud dying, Thou art ne,ar I

!ubi.tt.

Goo does not need

Hol.Klt3.

Either man's wo1·k, or hie own gifta: who beat
Bear hia mild yoke, they aerve him beat. Ria ltate
18 kingly ; thoaaan<U at hia bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without reat:
They a.lao serve who only stand and wait.
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