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Sweet are thy strainscelestial Bard; And oftin childhood's yearsI've read them o'er and o'er againWith floods of silent tears. The language of my inmost heart I traced in every line; MY sinsMY sorrowshopesand fearsWere there-and only mine. All for myself the sigh would swellThe tear of anguish start; I little knew what wilder woe Had filled the Poet's heart. I did not know the nights of gloomThe days of misery; The longlong years of dark despairThat crushed and tortured thee. But they are gone; from earth at length Thy gentle soul is pass'dAnd in the bosom of its God Has found its home at last. It must be soif God is loveAnd answers fervent prayer; Then surely thou shalt dwell on highAnd I may meet thee there. Is He the source of every goodThe spring of purity? Then in thine hours of deepest woeThy God was still with thee. How elsewhen every hope was fledCouldst thou so fondly cling To holy things and help men? And how so sweetly sing Of things that God alone could teach? And whence that purityThat hatred of all sinful ways-- That gentle charity? POEMS 61 Are THESE the symptoms of a heart Of heavenly grace bereft-- For ever banished from its GodTo Satan's fury left? yellow high heelsyilai:nike heels for women |
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