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And now in age I bud again ;
I once more smell the dew and rain,
It cannot be
That I am he,
These are thy wonders, Lord of love !
Which when we once can find and prove,
Who would be more,
Swelling through store,
I WOULD I WERE A CHILD.
Be led through dark and wild.
How I would hold thy hand, My glad eyes often to thy glory lifting ! Should darkness 'twixt thy face and mine come
How hearken thy command !
If an ill thing came near, I would but creep within thy mantle's folding, Shut my eyes close, thy hand yet faster holding,
And thus forget my fear.
O soul, O soul, rejoice ! Thou art God's child indeed, for all thy sinning; A poor weak child, yet his, and worth the winning
With saviour eyes and voice.
Who spoke the words ? Didst Thou? They are too good, even for such a giver : Such water drinking once, I must feel ever
As I had drunk but now.
Yet sure He taught us so,
His goods to him and go!
Ah! Thou dost lead me, God;
Upon this rough hill-road.
Almost! Nay, I do sleep ; There is no darkness save in this my dreaming ; Thy fatherhood above, around, is beaming ;
Thy hand my hand doth keep..
Cast on my face one gleam ;
Lost n its lies, my life goes out in weeping;
Wake me from this dream.
How long shall heavy night
Will bring the vanished light?
Lord, art Thou in the room?
The word would not presume.
But if this dreary sleep May not be broken, help thy helpless sleeper To rest in Thee; so shall his sleep grow deeper
For evil dreams too deep.
Father! I dare at length; My childhood sure will shield me from all blaming ; Sinful, yet hoping, I to Thee come, claiming Thy tenderness, my strength.
A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD.
THEY say that God lives very high ;
But if you look above the pines
And if you dig down in the mines
You never see Him in the gold ; Though from Him all that's glory shines.
God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across his faceLike secrets kept, for love, untold.
But still I feel that his embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place,
As if my tender mother laid
shut lips her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night, and said, “Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?'
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,
EVIDENCES OF RELIGION.
See that ye make the western portals low :
O stainless peace of blest Humility!
AUBREY DE VERE.
FAITH AND SIGHT IN THE LATTER
'I præ : sequar.' 'HOU
, O Man, and follow Me :' The night is black, the feet are slack,
Yet we would follow Thee.
But 0, dear Lord, we cry,
That we thy face could see !
Then might we follow Thee !
Those golden days from me; Thy voice comes strange o'er years of change ;
How can I follow Thee?
Comes faint and far thy voice
From vales of Galilee;
How should we follow Thee?