The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | ||
“Thou one great Spirit of all being! here,
Where power is helplessness, and hope, a dream,
Here 'mid the horror of the havoc, breathe
Thy smile upon my soul; and time and death,
With all their anguish, shall o'erawe me not!”
Imploring thus, the Christian held his way
Through the wild scene, with undefined impulse,
Nor shunning death, nor daring it, but filled
With emanations of undying faith.
Where power is helplessness, and hope, a dream,
Here 'mid the horror of the havoc, breathe
Thy smile upon my soul; and time and death,
With all their anguish, shall o'erawe me not!”
Imploring thus, the Christian held his way
Through the wild scene, with undefined impulse,
Nor shunning death, nor daring it, but filled
With emanations of undying faith.
The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | ||