Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 34 1833.pdf/10



And sanctify my heart To meet the awful sweetness of that tone, With no faint thrill, or self-accusing start, But a deep joy the heavenly Guest to own; Joy, such as dwelt in Eden's glorious bowers Ere Sin had dimm'd the flowers.

Let me not know the change O'er Nature thrown by Guilt!—the boding sky, The hollow leaf-sounds ominous and strange, The weight wherewith the dark tree-shadows lie! Father! oh! keep my footsteps pure and free, To walk the woods with Thee!