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Jesus, Redeemer,—only Redeemer!
 I, a poor dreamer, lay hold upon Thee:
Thy will pursuing, though no end viewing,
 But simply doing as Thou biddest me.

Though Thee I see not,—either light be not,
 Or Thou wilt free not the scales from mine eyes,
I ne'er gainsay Thee, but only obey Thee;
 Obedience is better than sacrifice.

Though on my prison gleams no open vision,
 Walking Elysian by Galilee's tide,
Unseen, I feel Thee, and death will reveal Thee:
 I shall wake in Thy likeness, satisfied.

THE GOLDEN ISLAND: ARRAN FROM AYR.

EEP set in distant seas it lies;
 The morning vapors float and fall,
The noonday clouds above it rise,
 Then drop as white as virgin's pall.

And sometimes, when that shroud uplifts,
 The far green fields show strange and fair;