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TEMPTATION RESISTED.

My soul! the storm is near;
Temptation 's on the wave,
And passion's surges dashing drear,
In threatening fury rave.
Look on—fear not—a power
Stronger than these is nigh,
And in this overwhelming hour,
Its wrestling strength will try.
And if thou seekest for aid,
Religion's ark shall rest
In fair proportions, fitly laid,
Upon thy harass'd breast.
Each pure and holy thought,
In earth's wild deluge driven,
Shall to this ark of peace be brought,
With pinions plumed for Heaven.

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And hope shall upward spring
With faith, the child of care,
Shaking earth's waters from their wing,
And come and nestle there.
Look now,—the storm has past;
And see, o'er yonder sky,
An arch of peaceful glory cast,
While clouds and darkness fly.
Watertown, Mass. 1817.