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148 EVENING PRAYER AT A GIRLS' SCHOOL.
Her lot is on you—to be found untir’d,
Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspir’d,
And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain. Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And oh! to love through all things-therefore pray !
And take the thought of this calm vesper time,
With its low murmuring sounds and silvery light, On through the dark days fading from their prime,
As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight. Earth will forsake-oh! happy to have given Th' unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven!
WRITTEN AFTER THE DEATH OF A SISTER-IN-LAW.
ANSWER me, burning stars of night!
Where is the spirit gone,
Even as a breeze, hath flown?
In light and power on high,
Ask things that cannot die!”
Oh! many-ton'd and chainless wind !
Thou art a wanderer free;
Far over mount and sea ?
“ The blue deep I have cross'd,
But not what thou hast lost!”
Ye clouds that gorgeously repose
Around the setting sun,
Whose earthly race is run?
We vanish from the sky;
For that which cannot die!”
Speak, then, thou voice of God within !
Thou of the deep low tone! Answer me through life's restless din,
Where is the spirit flown?
Enough to know is given ;
Thine is to trust in Heaven !"
THE SIEGE OF VALENCIA:
A DRAMATIC POEM.
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