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QUIET HEARTS
Quiet hearts ye needs must have,
Ye who dwell beneath His wings,
Though ye carry to the grave
Common thoughts of common things;
Though ye into sin were born,
And into the dust return.
Ye who dwell beneath His wings,
Though ye carry to the grave
Common thoughts of common things;
Though ye into sin were born,
And into the dust return.
For ye nourish in your breast,
Where no human soul can pry,
Wondrous thoughts of perfect rest
In a bright Immensity;
Thoughts that angel vigils keep
While ye work and while ye weep.
Where no human soul can pry,
Wondrous thoughts of perfect rest
In a bright Immensity;
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While ye work and while ye weep.
But your slow and stammering tongue
Cannot boast the unuttered calm,
Cannot shape your thought to song,
Mount nor burn in fiery psalm;
Scarcely into thought can move
From the quiet depths of Love.
Cannot boast the unuttered calm,
Cannot shape your thought to song,
Mount nor burn in fiery psalm;
Scarcely into thought can move
From the quiet depths of Love.
March 1854.
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