NORMAN GALE
Trust in a God still lives, And the bell at morn Floats with a thought of God O'er the rising corn.
God comes down in the rain, And the crop grows tall This is the country faith, And the best of all.
��FRANCES BANNERMAN 896 An Upper Chamber
I CAME into the City and none knew me, None came forth, none- shouted 'He is here Not a hand with laurel would bestrew me, All the way by which I drew ancar Night my banner, and my herald Fear.
But I knew where one so long had waited In the low room at the stairway's height,
Trembling lest my foot should be belated, Singing, sighing for the long hours' flight Towards the moment of our dear delight.
I came into the City when you hail'd me Saviour, and again your chosen Loi d Not one guessing what it was that fail'd me, While along the way as they adored Thousands, thousands, shouted in accord.
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