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XIII.
[Why have we yet no great deliverance wrought]
Why have we yet no great deliverance wrought,Why have we not truth's banner yet unfurled,
High floating in the face of all the world,
Why do we live and yet accomplish nought?
These are the stirrings of unquiet thought,
What time the years pass from us of our youth,
And we unto the altar of high truth
As yet no worthy offering have brought.
But now we bid these restless longings cease,
If Heaven has aught for us to do or say,
Our time will come; and we may well hold peace,
When He, till thrice ten years had past away,
In stillness and in quietness upgrew,
Whose word once spoken should make all things new.
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