 | The Poetical Works of Robert Montgomery
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CHRIST IN THE HEART'S CLOUD.
He stood before her, but she could not see
That Holy One: and oh! how often, thus,
The sad experience of a stricken mind
Like Mary, cannot view the Lord it loves,
Though in the mercy of our ev'ry breath,
And in the promise of His perfect Word,
In prayer, and praise, and sacramental life,
Together with that unbreathed thought which tells
Home to the heart acceptance in the skies,
When the free spirit of assuring grace
Glows in our bosom,—though in each and all
Christ to the conscience doth himself present,
Yet, Mary-like, the soul mistakes Him, still!
Some carnal shade, or clouding sin prevents;
And the high faculty of seeing Faith
Grows undiscerning; or, in nature's eye
The tear of sorrow doth so thickly stand,
That through it, God himself grows unbeheld
A moment: nothing but dark grief is seen!
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