[Written for the Sentinel.]


MY hands in Thine meekly I place.
Love ever nigh, Love ever strong!
Mine eyes will seek to ray Thy grace,
My lips repeat Thy rainbow-song.
Clothed in Thy light, eternal Power,
That searches wave and hill and dale,
The barrens of my heart will flower,
And sworded faith o'er doubt prevail—o'er strife prevail.

Whispering, my voice will seek Thee, soft
As down that sails the silken wind.
Surging in song, my thought aloft
Will soar, staunch as the cedar-kind.
Thy will is mine by mead or scaur,
On heaving sea or tranquil shore;
Thy message is the morning star
That gleams forevermore—that guides forevermore.

Quickened by Thee, white buds of love
I cull from longwhile bloomless leas,
And catch, earth-dissonance above,
Fragments of Spirit-harmonies.
Led by Thy word, O God, and light,
Stilling the gale and night's alarms,
My heart will know the peace and might
Of Thine enfolding arms—Thine everlasting arms!

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