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A spiritual life , which never can decline , Inspires # nd dignifies all forms ior thee . Nature for &iei is dress'd In holes diving And all things have for thee peculiar sanctity . Each sound to thee a secret tale can tell—, When .. horne by breeases to thy listening ear , The fitful music of the Sabbath bell
Speaks of the worship of a higher sphere . All melodies are echoed as they flow , Within thy soul , by power on thee conferr ed ; . And from its chords the lightest airs that blow Can wake celestial tones , by all but thee unheard . This privilege is thine , —when human grief Weighs down another ' s heart , —such heavy woe As thou hast felt , there thou canst bring relief , And sweeten drops of anguish as they flow . And thou dost welcome , from amidst thy tears , Those streams by which all holy thoughts are fed ; As its pure crest the water-lily rears , And spreads its leaves to welcome showers from heaven shed .
Arinournful gift is thine . —When fair the skies , And calm the deep , —from thy prophetic soul Afar thou seest the gathering clouds arise ; * Tis thine to hear afar the thunders roll . A better gift is thine . —When bursts the storm , And fear and horror each weak bosom fill , Amidst the waves 'tis thine to see the form That treads the billowy waste , and bids the winds be still
And thou art welcome to the board and hearth : For thou hast smiles for youth , and for the old Thou hast the words of peace , though not of mirth ; And in thine arms the little one dost fold . But as a Pilgrim do they welcome thee : To holier lands they know thy footsteps tend . With awe they look upon thy sanctity , Thy blessing seek , and with thee love in prayer to bend .
Pilgrim ! thy path is hallowed by the prayer Of every grateful heart which thou hast West . We / follow thee in soul , thy struggles share , And see thee gain the city of thy rest . There spirits wait to take thee to thy home ; Familiar faces mingling with the throng : And when their strains exult that thou art come , Lov'd voices meet thine ear in that rejoicing song .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1829, page 784, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2578/page/40/
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