THE FUGITIVE-SLAVE-BILL.
Dear God, who art so very calm—
All-seeing and so patient still,
Fill me with calm before thee; root
From out my heart, the germ and shoot
Of narrow sight and selfish will.
All-seeing and so patient still,
Fill me with calm before thee; root
From out my heart, the germ and shoot
Of narrow sight and selfish will.
And though.my heart impatient beat,
And bitter tears I stem within,
May I recall that life to-day
Of pitying Christ, which seemed to say,
The saddest of all griefs is sin.
And bitter tears I stem within,
May I recall that life to-day
Of pitying Christ, which seemed to say,
The saddest of all griefs is sin.
