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THE TRIBUNAL OF THE INQUISITION.
Thou hast stern judges, maiden! yet thine eye,
In sweet solicitude, is heavenward cast,
Whence help alone can come. So, to the hills,
The everlasting hills, where Zion's throne
Arose in majesty, the Tried of old
Sought for their sole deliverer. Thus do thou!
Thou, on whose anxious forehead lines of care
Pass like the cloud-shade o'er a wreath of snow.
Trust thou in God, distressed one! and thy heart,
Filled with a holy courage, shall be blest
With that rapt sense of peace which martyrs know.
Trust thou in God! and if thy soul hath felt
His presence ever, and thy heart his love,
Thou shalt be ransomed!—though unnumbered walls
Of brass and adamant should hem thee round.
In sweet solicitude, is heavenward cast,
Whence help alone can come. So, to the hills,
The everlasting hills, where Zion's throne
Arose in majesty, the Tried of old
Sought for their sole deliverer. Thus do thou!
Thou, on whose anxious forehead lines of care
Pass like the cloud-shade o'er a wreath of snow.
Trust thou in God, distressed one! and thy heart,
Filled with a holy courage, shall be blest
With that rapt sense of peace which martyrs know.
Trust thou in God! and if thy soul hath felt
His presence ever, and thy heart his love,
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Of brass and adamant should hem thee round.
The just by faith shall live. If thou art pure,
Repose thy soul upon a Saviour's word,
Nor fear what man can do. So, when the hours
Of thy dark thraldom end, a child of light,
To bliss translated, thou mayst join the throng
Of sainted spirits robed in shining white,
Who walk in beauty with the sinless Lamb.
Repose thy soul upon a Saviour's word,
Nor fear what man can do. So, when the hours
Of thy dark thraldom end, a child of light,
To bliss translated, thou mayst join the throng
Of sainted spirits robed in shining white,
Who walk in beauty with the sinless Lamb.
Philadelphia.
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