[Written for the Sentinel.]

OMNIPRESENCE

O Brooding Spirit, hovering ever near, In every clime and time still, still the same, Thy loving benediction calms all fear And checks intruding error's subtle claim. Bowed heads, lift up! Away, ye beds of pain! The prayer of knowing wakes to life again.

No separation can we ever know, The torch of Truth eternal guides our way; Thy peace attends our path where'er we go, And promised manna feeds us day by day. Nor death, nor hell can cleave us from They love, Nor storm-clouds hide the sunlit peaks above.

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