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For me, my heart that erst did go
That sees through tears the jugglers leap-
"Who giveth His beloved, sleep."
And friends, dear friends—when it shall be
E. B. Browning.
The Peace of God.
E ask for peace, O Lord!
And tranquil night should end
In smiling day;
It is not for such peace
that we would pray.
We ask for peace, O Lord!
Yet not to stand secure,
Girt round with iron pride,
Crushing the gentle strings
That human hearts should know,
Or others' woe;—
Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.
We ask Thy peace, O Lord!
Through storm, and fear, and strife,
To light and guide us on,
Through a long struggling life:
While no success or gain
Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve, what the world calls,
Our wasted might:
Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.
It is Thine own, O Lord,
Who toil while others sleep;
Who sow with loving care
Divine and blest,
Thou keepest for those hearts who love Thee best.
A. A. Proctor.
HEN prayer delights thee least, then learn
Soul, now is greatest need that thou should'st
Crooked and warped I am, and I would fain
Oh come, warm sun, and ripen my late fruits;
My well is bitter; cast therein the tree,
Say what is prayer, when it is prayer indeed?
The man is praying, who doth press with might
While heat the iron in the furnace won,
Withdrawn from thence, 'twas cold and hard anon.
Flowers from their stalks divided, presently
The greenest leaf divided from its stem,
The largest river from its fountain head
All things that live from God their sustenance wait, And sun and moon are beggars at his gate.
All skirts extended of thy mantle hold,
When angel hands from heaven are scattering gold.
R. C. Trench.
LITTLE cloud was fashioned
Once when dawn was leading
On the bright sky's bosom,
On a blue-bell blossom.
So close under heaven
As I gazed came breathings
Oh, it came down-streaming
The clear air along,
Like rills roused from dreaming,
Like a shower of song.
It made me glad and bright,
Brighter every minute,
Till I blessed the cloudlet white,
And the spirit in it.
Then the sun's noon splendour
Filled the cloud with light,
Though a soft and tender
Yet intensest white;