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SONNET.
ENLIV'NING truth, most luminously sweet!
“Within us is the kingdom of our God”
What! can this form of clay, the valley's clod!
In its dark bosom yield a mansion meet
For Heaven's blest lord?—When evil powers retreat,
Expell'd by discipline's celestial rod,
Pure, as the starry path by angels trod,
The rescued heart he owns his hallow'd seat
“Within us is the kingdom of our God”
What! can this form of clay, the valley's clod!
In its dark bosom yield a mansion meet
For Heaven's blest lord?—When evil powers retreat,
Expell'd by discipline's celestial rod,
Pure, as the starry path by angels trod,
The rescued heart he owns his hallow'd seat
Protector of affliction! gracious sire!
Guide thou my social and my secret hour!
And let thy presence all my thoughts inspire,
To thee submitting every fond desire!
Make my clear mind, howe'er my lot may lower,
A temple worthy of thy guardian power!
Guide thou my social and my secret hour!
And let thy presence all my thoughts inspire,
To thee submitting every fond desire!
Make my clear mind, howe'er my lot may lower,
A temple worthy of thy guardian power!
Theodore.
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