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‘THAT THY WAY MAY BE KNOWN UPON EARTH; THY SAVING HEALTH AMONG ALL NATIONS.’
When spring through thrush and cuckoo cries,
The root that in some cavern lies,
To cold and darkness thrall,
But dimly hears her call.
The root that in some cavern lies,
To cold and darkness thrall,
But dimly hears her call.
With sick shoots, pallid, piteous hopes,
Wan, idiot fingers, how it gropes;
Lost for defect of light,
A scandal to the sight!
Wan, idiot fingers, how it gropes;
Lost for defect of light,
A scandal to the sight!
Such are the souls that live untaught,
Unlit of spiritual thought;—
Poor sickly growths that shame
E'en vegetation's name.
Unlit of spiritual thought;—
Poor sickly growths that shame
E'en vegetation's name.
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What! suffer human minds to dwell
Thus dark in ignorance's cell?
O give to them the bright
Shingings of heavenly light!
Thus dark in ignorance's cell?
O give to them the bright
Shingings of heavenly light!
Of truth divine all should be heirs;
Her pathways should be thoroughfares
Free as the woodland wild
To every human child.
Her pathways should be thoroughfares
Free as the woodland wild
To every human child.
Whatever of God's truth is known
Common as grass-seed should be sown;
O stint not; let it fall
Free, free, for all, for all!
Common as grass-seed should be sown;
O stint not; let it fall
Free, free, for all, for all!
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