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 And saints were edified, and sinners won, By his, the poor lay Brother's humble aid Who sat upon the pulpit stair and prayed."

THE SACRED HEART

What wouldst thou have, O soul, Thou weary soul? Lo! I have sought for rest On the Earth's heaving breast, From pole to pole. Sleep—I have been with her, But she gave dreams; Death—nay, the rest he gives Rest only seems. Fair nature knows it not— The grass is growing; The blue air knows it not— The winds are blowing: Not in the changing sky, The stormy sea, Yet somewhere in God's wide world Rest there must be. Within thy Saviour's Heart Place all thy care, And learn, O weary soul, Thy Rest is there.

What wouldst thou, trembling soul? Strength for the strife,—