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THE CHILD'S DOUBT.
“You know you told me, mother dear,
(How can I think it true?)
That God can always see and hear
Whate'er I say and do.
(How can I think it true?)
That God can always see and hear
Whate'er I say and do.
“I listen, mother, for His voice,
I look, His form to see;
I see Him not—I hear Him not,
Then how can He see me?”
I look, His form to see;
I see Him not—I hear Him not,
Then how can He see me?”
“My child, you often tremble when
The clouds are talking loud,
And are you not afraid to hear
His voice, who made the cloud?
The clouds are talking loud,
And are you not afraid to hear
His voice, who made the cloud?
“And see! the sun is in the skies!
Look up, with steadfast gaze,—
You cannot—no! it hurts your eyes,
Too strong the wondrous blaze;—
Look up, with steadfast gaze,—
You cannot—no! it hurts your eyes,
Too strong the wondrous blaze;—
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“Yet faint before the face of Him,
That glory is a shade,
Or at the best, a moment's gleam,
His pitying glance has made!”
That glory is a shade,
Or at the best, a moment's gleam,
His pitying glance has made!”
“But, mother, when the day is dark,
When shadows dim the air,
By radiant breakings through the cloud,
I know the sun is there.”
When shadows dim the air,
By radiant breakings through the cloud,
I know the sun is there.”
“My child, the heavens, and earth, and air,
Are darkness to His day,
And all the glow of glory there,
His love's attempered ray.
Are darkness to His day,
And all the glow of glory there,
His love's attempered ray.
“In mercy to our senses weak,
He shades His presence bright,
In Nature's music veils His voice,
And in her smile His light!”
He shades His presence bright,
In Nature's music veils His voice,
And in her smile His light!”
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