[Written for the Sentinel.]


In error's darkness, not a ray of light;I stumbled on and knew not where to go,While phantom forms of fear's unholy showPursued and harassed me upon my flight:Thou, Love, wast there, and not with earthly mightDestroyed these terrors—bade me stop and knowThyself and Thine. I saw, and came the glowOf heav'nly peace that stilled the fears of night.At first, an angel whispering in my earIt seemed to be; I turned, and thought to seeA loving face that spoke this kindly cheerAnd stilled the tumult: knew not then 'twas Thee—Love, tender, merciful, forever near—That soothed my fears and gave sweet rest to me.

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