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XVII. INTERIOR EVIDENCES.
It was not with your gold, nor with your meritYou bought that peace celestial now your own.
You did not those heart-quickening hopes inherit
Like youthful princes born to grace a throne.
These are the fruits of that eternal Spirit,
Who showers His grace on Faith, and Faith alone:
Whose yoke but steadies those that gently bear it,
Whose Presence can but through His Gifts be shown.
These are the proofs, th' assurance which you thought
That you were seeking; while, intent to shun
Truth's living Lord, yourself alone you sought:
Now you have found yourself in Him, and won
The bloodless triumphs of the fields He fought:
The rest your own right hand must teach—Ride on!
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