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POEMS
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Mourner, it calls you, — “Come to my bosom,
Love wipes your tears all away,
And will lift the shade of gloom,
And for you make radiant room
Midst the glories of one endless day.”
 
Sinner, it calls you, — “Come to this fountain,
Cleanse the foul senses within;
'T is the Spirit that makes pure,
That exalts thee, and will cure
All thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”
 
Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,
Life of all being divine:
Thou the Christ, and not the creed;
Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
Thou the water, the bread, and the wine.



Laus Deo!

Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother Church

Laus Deo, it is done!
Rolled away from loving heart
Is a stone.
Lifted higher, we depart,
Having one.
 
Laus Deo, on this rock
(Heaven chiselled squarely good)
Stands His church, —
God is Love, and understood
By His flock.