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

Itt POSil& OJ' BJ:LlOtOJI.

Toueh'd with divine compuaion, 0 may ••

Be merciful !-far we pray for mercy.

0 may we grow in ever widening love,

Our llear~'a deep qmpathy emhraciag all,

E'en u the circling ooean of Thy love I

A.ud u Thou fill'at the ..... OI'M 'lfi~ wonss ot'j~

From inaeot and angel, bird 'Aild ~etapht

0 make moat muaical our IIOUls, ~at we,

In aweet aoeord, may minor forth the~~

And joy, and typal ha.rmoniM of Hea. v n.

• SacmTE&.

To dew ia on the ~mmer'a greent!!lt grus,

Through which the mod .. t .da.l.ay blaahing peeps i

The gentle wind that like a gb.OIIt.doth -paaa,

A waving ehadow on the cornfield lteepa;

But I, who love them &U, ahall never be

Again ·among the woods, or on ithe moor.Jand 'lea.·!

The aun ahinee aweetly-'fi'Weeter ma-y it ahine 1-

Bl8118'd ia the br\ghtneas of a aummer day;

Jt cheers lone hearts ; and why should I .repine,

Although among green fielde r cannot stray 1

Woods! I have grown, since last r heard you WAVe,

Familiar with dea.th, and neighbour to the grave t

These words have shaken mighty human soul.a-

Like 11. sepulchre'• echo drear they aonnd-

E'en u the owl'• wild whoop at midnight rolla

The ivied remnants of old ruina round.

Yet wherefore tremble I Ca.n·tbe aoul·decsy't-

Or that which thinks 'And feels in aught e'er tade away t

Are there not upirations in eaeh hesrt

After a b11tt.er, brighter world than tllis f

Longings for beings nobler in eaeb part-

Things more eulted-ateep'd in aaeper bliss.f

Who gave ue thMe t What are they t Soul, in thee

The bud ie budding now !or immortality I

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