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THE PEACE OF GOD.
E ask for Peace, oh Lord!
Thy children ask Thy Peace;
In smiling day;
It is not for such Peace that we would pray.
We ask for Peace, oh Lord!
Yet not to stand secure,
Girt round with iron Pride,
Contented to endure:
Crushing the gentle strings,
That human hearts should know,
Untouched by others' joy
Or others' woe;—
Thou, oh dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.
We ask Thy Peace, oh Lord!
Through storm, and fear, and strife,
To light and guide us on,
Through a long struggling life:
While no success or gain
Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve, what the world calls,
Our wasted might:
Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.
It is Thine own, oh Lord,
Who toil while others sleep;
Who sow with loving care
What other hands shall reap:
They lean on Thee entranced,
Give us that Peace, oh Lord,
Divine and blest,
Thou keepest for those hearts who love Thee best.
LIFE IN DEATH AND DEATH IN
F the dread day that calls thee hence,
(Closing in deadliest night and gloom
Long hours of aching dumb suspense,)
I think, beloved, I could see
In thy dear eyes the loving light
And all that He decrees is right."
That, watching thy slow struggling breath,
I still could pray thy prayer and mine,
That God was love, and love divine.
Could hold thee in my arms, and lay
Upon my heart thy weary head,
Could smooth thy garments with fond care, And cross thy hands upon thy breast, And kiss thine eyelids down to rest,
And yet say no word of despair,
But, through my sobbing, " It is best."
Could stifle down the gnawing pain,
"We still divide our life,
She has the rest, and I the strife,
And mine the loss, and hers the gain:
Then turn, and the old duties take-
My heart and life and soul to fill.
I think I could check vain weak tears,
And toil, although the world's great space
And see the dark and weary years
And sometimes, when the day was o'er,
Call up the tender past again:
Its painful joy, its happy pain,
And live it over yet once more,
"But few more years remain."
And then, when I had striven my best,
And seek thee in eternal day.
But if the day should ever rise—
A day that took thy heart from me;