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 JOHN ELIOT, THE INDIAN APOSTLE.

Still thanking Him that the copper coin Of the Master s realm should be Redeemed, and in His image cast, Through his mercy wide and free.

Ah ! faithful one, that open door. &quot; Cleare sunshine &quot;* through it shows ; The wilderness has awaked to song, And the desert found her rose.

��Once more we stand by our kinsman s side, Drawing nearer to Beulah s gate, In his patient way asking only help For his call from the King to wait. A year ago, faithful Anne went on, And the saint has been heard to say, &quot; That the friends beloved gone on before Would fear he had missed the way.&quot;

More than fourscore years his head have bowed

The pilgrim is waiting there,

And he sits with his idle folded hands

At rest, in his study-chair.

His feet no more in the wilderness

For the wandering sheep may stray,

But the far outreaching thrill of prayer

Farther runs than his step, to-day.

His hands still proffer his open purse, That needs neither tie nor rings ;


 * Title of an old book in reference to his work.

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