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 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
SUBSTANCE.
Each fearful storm that o'er us rolls,
Each path of peril trod,
Is but a means whereby our souls
Acquaint themselves with God.
Each path of peril trod,
Is but a means whereby our souls
Acquaint themselves with God.
Our want and weakness, shame and sin,
His pitying kindness prove;
And all our lives are folded in
The mystery of his love.
His pitying kindness prove;
And all our lives are folded in
The mystery of his love.
The grassy land, the flowering trees,
The waters; wild and dim,—
These are the cloud of witnesses
That testify of Him.
The waters; wild and dim,—
These are the cloud of witnesses
That testify of Him.
His sun is shining, sure and fast,
O'er all our nights of dread;
Our darkness by his light, at last
Shall be interpreted.
O'er all our nights of dread;
Our darkness by his light, at last
Shall be interpreted.
No promise shall He fail to keep
Until we see his face;
E'en death is but a tender sleep
In the eternal race.
Until we see his face;
E'en death is but a tender sleep
In the eternal race.
Time's empty shadow cheats our eyes,
But all the heavens declare
The substance of the things we prize
Is there and only there.
But all the heavens declare
The substance of the things we prize
Is there and only there.
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