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Rh It is both like him and 'tis not, And yet indeed 'tis he. The thing that flll'd his eyes with light, And there divinely glow'd, That thing it was the spirit bright, And now it lives with God.

Then think how fair that soul must be Which gives such grace to clay; And think how too there glows in thee The same celestial ray. All beaming like a seraph bright, It lives thy breast within, And nought can quench that spirit's light Except the breath of sin.

Oh, would'st thou then undimm'd maintain The lustre of the soul, Each evil thought thou must restrain, Each sinful wish control. And be it now thine anxious care, As then thy joy 'twill be, To give it back to God as fair As when he gave it thee.

 

waves are breaking snowy white On the lake of Galilee, The howling wind throughout the night Upheaves the raging sea. 