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Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look
Through fringed lids to heaven, And the pale aster in the brook
Shall see its image given;
The woods shall wear their robes of praise,
The south wind softly sigh,
Melt down the amber sky.
Not less shall manly deed and word
Rebuke an age of wrong: The graven flowers that wreathe the sword
Make not the blade less strong.
Enough that blessings undeserv'd
Have mark'd my erring track,
His chastening turn'd me back.
That more and more a Providence
Of love is understood,
Sweet with eternal good.
That death seems but a covePd way,
Which opens into light,
Beyond the Father's sight.
That care and trial seem at last,
Through memory's sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast
In purple distance fair.
That all the jarring notes of life
And all the angles of its strife
And so the shadows fall apart,
And all the windows of my heart
J. G. Whittier
YOUTH AND AGE
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er,
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
From morn till evening's purple tinge,
Two rose leaves, with a silken fringe,
There's not in Ind a lovelier bird;
Broad earth owns not a happier nest: O God, Thou hast a fountain stirred,
Whose waters nevermore shall rest!
This beautiful, mysterious thing,
This bird with the immortal wing,
The pulse first caught its tiny stroke,
This life, which I have dared invoke,
A silent awe is in my room—
I tremble with delicious fear;
Time, and eternity are here.
Doubts, hopes, in eager tumult rise:
Room for my bird in Paradise,
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given:
There's nothing true but Heaven!
And false the light on glory's plume,
As fading hues of even;
There's nothing bright but Heaven!
Poor wanderers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave we're driven;
Some murmur when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
In their great heaven of blue:
If but one streak of light,
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride, Why life is such a dreary task,
And all good things denied: And hearts in poorest huts admire
How Love has in their aid (Love that not ever seems to tire)
Such rich provision made.
THE RULE OF GOD
I say to thee—Do thou repeat
That he and we and all men move
Under a canopy of love,
As broad as the blue sky above;
That doubt and trouble, fear and pain,
That weary deserts we may tread,
Yet, if we will one Guide obey,