MORNING-GLORY.
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You know, over yours may hang even now
Pain and disease, whose fulfilling slow
Naught can arrest;
Mine in God's gardens run to and fro,
And that is best.
Pain and disease, whose fulfilling slow
Naught can arrest;
Mine in God's gardens run to and fro,
And that is best.
You know that of yours, your feeblest one
And dearest may live long years alone,
Unloved, unblest;
Mine are cherished of saints around God's throne.
And that is best.
And dearest may live long years alone,
Unloved, unblest;
Mine are cherished of saints around God's throne.
And that is best.
You must dread for yours the crime that sears.
Dark guilt unwashed by repentant tears,
And unconfessed;
Mine entered spotless on eternal years,
O, how much the best!
Dark guilt unwashed by repentant tears,
And unconfessed;
Mine entered spotless on eternal years,
O, how much the best!
But grief is selfish; I cannot see
Always why I should so stricken be,
More than the rest;
But I know that, as well as for them, for me
God did the best!
Always why I should so stricken be,
More than the rest;
But I know that, as well as for them, for me
God did the best!
MORNING-GLORY.
ONDROUS interlacement!Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings,
With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings;
Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings
Sturdy morning-glory.
