 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
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ISAIAH XLVI. v. 9.
When I consider all the things that were,And count them upwards from the general flood,
The tricks of fraud, and violent deeds of blood,
Weigh down the heart with sullen, dull despair;
I well believe that Satan, Prince of Air,
Torments to ill the pleasurable feeling;
But ever and anon a breeze of healing
Proclaims that God is always everywhere.
'Twas hard to see Him in the times of old,
And harder still to see our God to-day;
For prayer is slack, and love, alas! is cold,
And Faith a wanderer, weak and wide astray:
Who hath the faith, the courage, to behold
God in the judgments that have pass'd away?
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