Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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WEEKDAY WONDERWORKING. |
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WEEKDAY WONDERWORKING.
One Day I prayed, that Heaven would send me downAn Angel, that the same might confort me,
And as a token everafter be.
And Lo! my prayer was heard; no form was shown,
Unto Mine eye; 'twas in the Soul alone
He made his presence felt; Heaven's Gifts must 'we
Receive, as they are given, Spiritually,
Thus soul to soul can only be made known.
Whenéer our hearts are warmed by Divine Thought,
When past Gooddeeds urge gently on to new,
Then is the Angel sent, for whom we sought,
He ministers to us; we ourselves do
Become the Angel which we prayed for, wrought
To that diviner shape our wishes drew!
Thus God gives more than what we ask for—Nay!
He himself is in us, when we sincerely pray!
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