The poetical writings of Elizabeth Oakes Smith Second edition |
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DISTRUST.
A reverent worshipper, oh, Truth! of thee,I bow, with foot unsandalled, wheresoe'er
Thy voice may whisper “holy ground is here.”
Amid uncertain paths, thy light may be
Dim to my wavering feet; yet unto me,
Intently waiting, once again, more clear,
More tranquil, doth thy holy light appear,
As minding me how dreary earth were left,
A dark, bewildering waste of thee bereft.
Should not thy temple be transparent, Truth?
Should not thy undimmed altar-fires arise
Brightest in human hearts? In our first youth
Unchecked we worship there, with fearless eyes!
Thou art not exiled thence, oh, spirit of the skies!
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