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O ! who shall say he knows the folds Which veil another's inmost heart ? The hopes , thoughts , wishes , which it holds , In which he never bore a part ? That bidden world eye cannot see—O , who shall pierce its mystery ?
Presumptuous aim ! that shrouded soul , Unmark'd by every human gaze , Is open but to His controul , Who traces every secret maze ; It is not thine to bound its faith , Or say what feelings swell beneath .
There may be hope , as pure , as bright , As ever sought Eternity ; There may be light , clear heavenly light , Where all seems cold and dark to thee . And where thy vision mourns the dust , There may be trust—delightful trust .
The lingering beam of twilight dies , And can'st thou whisper where 'tis fled ? There was a glow in summer skies , When was that rosy lustre shed ? The sweetness of the evening dews , Their fragrance how do they diffuse ?
And tell me Spring ' s first tender flower , How does it burst its icy sheath ? The zephyrs on their winged hour , What spirit bids them freshly breathe ? If Nature ' s secrets be not thine , How then the human Soul divine ?
Go—bend to God , and leave to him The mystery of thy brother ' s heart ; Nor vainly think his faith is dim , Because in thine it hath no part : He too is mortal , and like thee , Would soar to Immortality !
And if in duty ' s hallow'd sphere , Like thee he meekly , humbly bends , With hands unstain'd and conscience clear , With life ' s temptation he contends ; Oh , leave him that unbroken rest , The peace that shrines a virtuous breast
And , if his thoughts and hopes should err , Still view him with a gentle eye , Remembering doubt , and change , and fear , Are woven in man's destiny ; And when these clouds are past away , That truth shall dawn with opening day . R .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1827, page 421, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1797/page/29/
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