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109
A POET'S MITE TO A BAZAAR.
The age of miracles is fled!
Those ravens which, of old,
The prophet in the desert fed,
Our eyes no more behold:
Nor can the most attentive ear
The rustling of their pinions hear.
Those ravens which, of old,
The prophet in the desert fed,
Our eyes no more behold:
Nor can the most attentive ear
The rustling of their pinions hear.
Yet could our mental eye but view,
Our hearts but feel aright,
What faith, and hope, and love can do
By their celestial might,
We should not say, till these be dead,
The power that marvels wrought is fled.
Our hearts but feel aright,
What faith, and hope, and love can do
By their celestial might,
We should not say, till these be dead,
The power that marvels wrought is fled.
110
“The age of miracles is past!”
And if it be—what then?
Thy bread upon the waters cast!
Though lost to present ken,
It may return in after days,
A source of gratitude, and praise!
And if it be—what then?
Thy bread upon the waters cast!
Though lost to present ken,
It may return in after days,
A source of gratitude, and praise!
O be not faithless! with the morn,
Scatter abroad thy grain;
At noon-tide—faint not thou, forlorn;
At evening—sow again!
Blessed are they, whate'er betide,
Who thus “all waters sow beside!”
Scatter abroad thy grain;
At noon-tide—faint not thou, forlorn;
At evening—sow again!
Blessed are they, whate'er betide,
Who thus “all waters sow beside!”
Thou knowest not which seed shall grow,
Or which may die, or live;
In faith, and hope, and patience—sow!
The increase God shall give;
According to His gracious will,
As best His purpose may fulfil.
Or which may die, or live;
In faith, and hope, and patience—sow!
The increase God shall give;
According to His gracious will,
As best His purpose may fulfil.
111
The widow's mite surpassed, of old,
Wealth's prouder, ampler part,
With Him, whose vision could behold
The giver's grateful heart:
Thy humble offering give, like her,
And God a blessing can confer!
Wealth's prouder, ampler part,
With Him, whose vision could behold
The giver's grateful heart:
Thy humble offering give, like her,
And God a blessing can confer!
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