This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... THE WHOLE A SOUL may wander through dim shades of night, In doubt and darkness dense, in pain and dole; Yea, sin and pain may bow to loathsome plight A soul. Yet could our faint eyes grasp the wondrous whole, See life emerge through failure into might, As swims the cloud-rid moon from pole to pole, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... THE WHOLE A SOUL may wander through dim shades of night, In doubt and darkness dense, in pain and dole; Yea, sin and pain may bow to loathsome plight A soul. Yet could our faint eyes grasp the wondrous whole, See life emerge through failure into might, As swims the cloud-rid moon from pole to pole, Should we not see, through darkness, bane, and blight, God drawing to Himself, Himself the goal, Through shifting shadows, to the perfect light, A soul? THE SAVED THE SAVED THOUGH ye shift, O times, as the world spins round, Swift as the waters turn and drift, What care we, who the word have found, Though ye shift? We have found the word that fills the rift In the lute of life here over the ground, We can list to the strain, and the meaning sift; Whispered in Heaven where joys abound, Breathed by the winds as the light leaves lift, Taught us by God. We shall hear the sound, Though ye shift. CLIMBING WITH thee to climb to, I could scale The skyey, topmost towers of Heaven above; With thee to climb to, could I fail To reach clear heights where radiant pow- ers prevail? -- With thee to climb to, love? PURITY IF I should bathe me for a thousand years, O love, my love, In crystal fountains full of cleansing tears Of saints above; If I should pray, And beat my breast, and fasting day by day, Weep bitterly; As pure as you are pure I could not be, When, at still eventide, unto the light REPOSE You lift your eyes to watch the swallow's flight, Lost in the sky's unfathomed mystery, Where God may be. REPOSE I THANK you, love, for your supreme repose, Slow-moving grace; You bring a dream of clinging hands...
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