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CONFLICT.
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Give me, or withhold then,
What Thou seest best;
Not upon Thy gifts, Lord—
On Thyself I rest.

Did He say, "To-morrow
I will hear thee"? Nay!
Full and free the fountain
Floweth every day.
Holy Dove, oft grieved,
Ere my tears were dried,
To my listening spirit
Thy still voice replied.

"Child, My child! be patient:
I thy sins have borne;
I have marked the conflict,
And the scoffer's scorn;
I have seen the sorrows
Of thy broken heart,
And in thy afflictions
Borne a brother's part.

"Wouldst thou fear the darkness,
Didst thou hate the light?
"Would thy sin displease thee,
Were thy sin delight?