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A SKETCH.
So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot
God in his kindness answereth not.
God in his kindness answereth not.
"Two hands to work addrest
Aye for His praise;
Two feet that never rest
Walking His ways;
Two eyes that look above
Through all their tears;
Two lips still breathing love,
Not wrath, nor fears";
So pray we afterwards, low on our knees;
Pardon those erring prayers! Father, hear these!
Aye for His praise;
Two feet that never rest
Walking His ways;
Two eyes that look above
Through all their tears;
Two lips still breathing love,
Not wrath, nor fears";
So pray we afterwards, low on our knees;
Pardon those erring prayers! Father, hear these!
A SKETCH.
"Emelie, that fayrer was to seene
Than is the lilye on hys stalke grene. . . . .
Uprose the sua and uprose Emelie."
Than is the lilye on hys stalke grene. . . . .
Uprose the sua and uprose Emelie."
OST thou thus love me, O thou beautiful? So beautiful, that by thy side I seem
Like a great dusky cloud beside a star:
Yet thou creep'st o'er its edges, and it rests
On its lone path, the slow deep-hearted cloud—
