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196  In tenderest eyes for thee. —Yet we, who know That Earth hath many discords for a soul Fine-ton'd and seraph-strung, and that the feet Which fain would follow Christ, are sometimes held In the dark meshes of a downward course Till strong repentance turn them back with tears, Do feel thy gain. 'Tis well thou art at home, Spirit of melody and peace and love.

 

Planet! to the darkened west Holding thy cresset lone, Opposing clouds thy course molest, And shade thy silver throne; But soaring o'er the troubled scene Unmov'd by frowns of time, Thou with fair brow and ray serene Dost hold thy way sublime.

Oh! that I might like thee discern My chequer'd path aright, And from the Fount that fills thy urn Drink undelusive light, And when that storm which all must meet Shall chill my throbbing breast, Ascending gain that peaceful seat Where all the weary rest.