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Did the wild winds amid the pines Seem as they brought the tone Of holy and immortal songs To angels only known?

Her's must have been a life of dreams, Exalted and sustained By that enthusiastic faith Which such a victory gained. Yet hold I not such sacrifice Is for the Christian's creed: I question of its happiness— I question of its need.

God never made a world so fair, To leave that world a void, Nor scattered blessings o'er our path, Unless to be enjoyed. Look round—the vales are sweet with flowers The woods are sweet with song: The soul, uplifted with their joy, Says, such joy is not wrong.

Divine its origin—divine The faith it keeps alive. Not with the beautiful and true Should human nature strive; Each fine sense gifted with delight, Was to the spirit given, That, conscious of a better state, It might believe in heaven.

Too much this weary world of ours Has fallen since the fall; And low desires, and care, and crime, Hold empire over all. Yet not the less it is our part To do the best we can: A better faith—a better fate Man yet may work for man.

L. E. L.