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POEMS.
Who see through faith, (though tears their eyes enshroud),
The silver lining breaking through the cloud.
The silver lining breaking through the cloud.
And there be some
Sweet patient souls who dwell in narrow ways
To whom the pearl of health doth seldom come,
So full of suffering are all their days;
And yet within them burning clear and bright
A voice that says "Behold! I am thy light!"
Sweet patient souls who dwell in narrow ways
To whom the pearl of health doth seldom come,
So full of suffering are all their days;
And yet within them burning clear and bright
A voice that says "Behold! I am thy light!"
There are, I ween,
Some hidden corners in the woods and lanes
Unguessed by man, for thickly by a screen
Of leafy banners, and mute summer rains
They fail our vision—but the light they win
In the green silence is by God closed in.
Some hidden corners in the woods and lanes
Unguessed by man, for thickly by a screen
Of leafy banners, and mute summer rains
They fail our vision—but the light they win
In the green silence is by God closed in.
But 1t is there,
Invisible unto the human eye
Accustomed to the sunshine lying fair
In undulating waves o'er sea and sky.
The shades of evening and their dying rays
Point to the sun who lights the woodland ways.
Invisible unto the human eye
Accustomed to the sunshine lying fair
In undulating waves o'er sea and sky.
The shades of evening and their dying rays
Point to the sun who lights the woodland ways.
No perfect song
But has a touch of sadness in its strain,
An undercurrent moving swift and strong,
That takes us captive o'er and o'er again.
No lovely picture but a shade of night
Was blended softly to throw up its light.
But has a touch of sadness in its strain,
An undercurrent moving swift and strong,
That takes us captive o'er and o'er again.
No lovely picture but a shade of night
Was blended softly to throw up its light.
