 | A Song of Faith |  |
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The formal world relaxes her cold chain
For One who speaks in numbers; ample scope
His utterance finds; and conscious of the gain,
Imagination works with bolder hope
The cause of grateful reason to sustain;
And, serving Truth, the heart more strongly beats
Against all barriers which hiw labour meets
In lofty place, or humble Life's domain.
Enough—before us lay a painful road,
And guidance have I sought in duteous love
From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed
Patience—with trust that whatsoe'er the way
Each takes in this high matter, all may move
Cheered with the prospect of a brigher day.
WORDSWORTH.
For One who speaks in numbers; ample scope
His utterance finds; and conscious of the gain,
Imagination works with bolder hope
The cause of grateful reason to sustain;
And, serving Truth, the heart more strongly beats
Against all barriers which hiw labour meets
In lofty place, or humble Life's domain.
Enough—before us lay a painful road,
And guidance have I sought in duteous love
From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed
Patience—with trust that whatsoe'er the way
Each takes in this high matter, all may move
Cheered with the prospect of a brigher day.
WORDSWORTH.
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