Since Mind unfolds its own idea, No disappointed hope is mine, Or prisoning pride with all its fear; All comes of Thee and all is Thine. In holy meekness each true thought Knows whence it came and where it goes; Not one shall fail! God sows the seed; In flowering grace its beauty grows Until its mellowing fruit abounds.
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