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, who dost dwell alone,— -L Thou, who dost know thine own,Thou, to whom all are known From the cradle to the grave, —
Save, O save.
From the world's temptations,
Save, O save.
When the soul, growing clearer,
From the ingrained fashion
Of this earthly nature
That mars thy creature;
From grief that is but passion;
From mirth that is but feigning;
From tears that bring no healing;
From wild and weak complaining;
From doubt where all is double:
Where wise men are not strong:
Where comfort turns to trouble:
Where just men suffer wrong,—
Where sorrow treads on joy:
Where sweet things soonest cloy:
Where faiths are built on dust:
Where Love is half mistrust; Hungry, and barren, and sharp as the sea; O, set us free.
O, let the false dream fly
Where our sick souls do lie
O, where thy voice doth come
Let all doubts be dumb:
Let all words be mild:
All strifes be reconciled:
All pains beguiled.
O SHAME upon thee, listless heart,
In thoughts that make thee grieve.
As if along His lonesome way
He had not borne for thee
Storms on the wintry sea.
Thou shalt have joy in sadness soon;
The pure, calm hope be thine,
As day's wild lights decline.
LOOK westward, pensive little one,
Sank in his evening cloud.
How linger yet the showers of fire,
Thou seest it not: an envious screen,
A fluttering leaflet, floats between
A veil too near thine eye.
A world of light in Heaven afar,
An eyelid hide the sky.
THEY sin who tell us love can die.
But love is indestructible,
It here is tried and purified,
The babe she lost in infancy.