...but trugt that good shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, So runs my dream : but what am I 'I An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light . And with no language but a crv. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...

...trust that good shall fall At last—far off—at last to all, And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night: An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. ******* " I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight afeares,...

...shall receive, seek and ye shall find, &c every one that asketh receiveth, and every one who see * "But what am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a try." Ps. xl., cxlii, deth." " If ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts...

...solution. He finds no answer. His soul, whelmed with doubt, can only fall in the dust, and exclaim, "What am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." Wearied with these dark speculations, he returns, to hold converse with...

...Tennyson feels and confes His bright hopes, he owns, are but a dreani of his own bright fancy:— " So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night, And with no language but a cry." [a An infant crying for the light; Is there any balance—set off—to...

...hills ? Or will good be the final goal of ill ? Will God refuse to destroy one life that he has made ? So runs my dream; but what am I? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light; And with no language but a cry.' These, and such as these, are the questions which assail the modern poet,...

...aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed :" — Vrat confesses his utter darkness— " For what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." J Is this the tone which a reasonable man would prefer to St. • Schaff's...

...trust that good shall fall At last—far off 1 —at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave; Derives...

...last—far off—at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I 'I An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. LFV. TIIF. wish, that of the living whole .No life may fail beyond the...

...but trust that good will fall At last—far off—at last to all, And every winter turn to spring. So runs my dream. But what am I ? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry. 12. TENNYSON. " So is the kingdom of God, as if a man should cast seed...