The Altar or, Meditations in Verse On The Great Christian Sacrifice By The Author of "The Cathedral," [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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“I became dumb, and opened not my mouth; for it was Thy doing.”
Thus He Who is Himself the Eternal Truth
Turns into truth these shadows as they pass,
And makes men's evil deeds to be the glass
To mirror His perfections; for, in sooth,
He works His will alike in weal or ruth.
As shadows that fleet o'er the waving grass
Are but reflections of the cloudy mass
That range the heavens above, and vex or soothe
The summer skies, filling the passive hills
With thunder-falls or spots of dark repose;
E'en so whate'er for final good He wills
In man's free agencies He will disclose;—
Infinite Love! though man, 'neath seeming ills,
Knows not His coming steps, nor where He goes.
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