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SIBI.
Thou solitary, wayward, restless heart,
Eager, bewildered seeker after rest,
Wrapt in thy pride and sorrow far apart,
Sad cynic, in a poor indifference drest!
Eager, bewildered seeker after rest,
Wrapt in thy pride and sorrow far apart,
Sad cynic, in a poor indifference drest!
Hear! for I have a message unto thee,
My brother! my beloved! there is a light
Even for thy closed eyes; a melody
That shall outsing all terrors of the night.
My brother! my beloved! there is a light
Even for thy closed eyes; a melody
That shall outsing all terrors of the night.
Forsake the burdens thou hast made and bound!
Put on the garments of a little child,
In silent faith and pure obedience found,
Simple and meek, with spirit undefiled.
Put on the garments of a little child,
In silent faith and pure obedience found,
Simple and meek, with spirit undefiled.
Know Love surrounds thee like the unseen air,
Love that redeemed thee—infinite—divine—
And mortal Pity longs thy griefs to bear,
Were but its timid fingers clasped by thine.
Love that redeemed thee—infinite—divine—
And mortal Pity longs thy griefs to bear,
Were but its timid fingers clasped by thine.
Dear heart! the drooping vision never sees
How the stars shine, nor any storm-bent bow;
So thou beholdest not the sympathies,
Tender and faithful, that about thee grow.
How the stars shine, nor any storm-bent bow;
So thou beholdest not the sympathies,
Tender and faithful, that about thee grow.
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Love and thou shalt be loved; for never yet
Was any soul left to the bonds of hate
That breathed out peace. Nor can thy God forget.
Trust! for He shall not leave thee desolate.
Was any soul left to the bonds of hate
That breathed out peace. Nor can thy God forget.
Trust! for He shall not leave thee desolate.
When the immortal glory after death
Streams on thy past, how wilt thou start to see
What love unknown hung on thy very breath,
Hoped, pitied, prayed and nightly wept for thee.
Streams on thy past, how wilt thou start to see
What love unknown hung on thy very breath,
Hoped, pitied, prayed and nightly wept for thee.
Strong is the patience of our Father's care
My brother! my belov'd! and o'er thy way
Watch eyes of human tenderness and prayer,
Take courage!—on the mountains breaketh day!
My brother! my belov'd! and o'er thy way
Watch eyes of human tenderness and prayer,
Take courage!—on the mountains breaketh day!
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