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Inward Direction
With outward impulse, running to and fro,How many men with restless minds we meet,
(Who but an outward impulse only know)
In the swift cars, or in the busy street!
By man they're sent, and man's behests fulfil,
They hear no other voice within their souls;
Nor have they learned to obey a higher will,
Which earthly hopes, and earthly fears controls:
They know not whence they came, nor whither tend;
In trifling, vain pursuits their lives are spent;
Unmindful of life's highest, holiest end,
For which its days and years to us were lent;
To learn the Father's will, his words to hear,
And find his Presence with us always near!
Poem No. 840; c. 7 January 1865
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