LAUS DEO

VIOLET KER SEYMER.

With promises my garden teems.
And in my heart a pure joy glows;
But stay—if God were now withdrawn,
Could any bud become a rose?

No acorn could put forth an oak,
No tiny bird e'er leave its nest,
Nor rose her tenderness unfold,
If it were not for Love's behest.

And could we speak one gentle word,
Or lead a brother in distress
To tread with us the path of peace,
If God were not "our Righteousness"?

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