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

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lOlliKII OJ' BE'LIGIO!f,

Give me now my lynl

1 feel the stirriogw of a gift divine :

Within my bosom glows unearthly 1ire,

Lit by no skill of mine.

~~~tin ~aduuu.

Ta& stormy winds raved loud, and vex'd

The chafing waters' troubled breast-

When lo I the voice of Mercy spake,

And sootb'd the rutlled waves to real

S..t.VlOtTR I when thy -eoor wAyward child

Droops faithlealy midst doubt or ill,

Thy voice shall ealm the inward etrife,

And bid her aching heart "Be still''

LADY FLoRA. ll.&.mNGa.

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HBAVEN notes the sigh aftlicted goodness heaves,

llears the low plaint by human ear uneared,

And from t he cheek of patient sorrow wipea

The tear, by mortal eye unseen, or ecorn'd.

.ILurNAR Mou

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Wuu urged by strong temptation to the briuk

Of ~t and ruin, stands the virtuous mind,

With ae&rce a step between : aU-pitying Heaven,

Severe in mercy, chaetening in its love,

Of\tilnes, in dark nnd awful Ti.aitation,

Doth interpose, and le&d the wanderer back

To the 11traight path, to be for ever Ai\er

A firm, undaunted, onward-bearing traveller,

Strong in humility, who swerves no more.

JOA.NNA BAILLIE.