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I knew that my Re deemer lived;
I did not fear to die—
I longed to view that bliss divine
Which eye hath never seen; Like Moses, I would see His face
Without the veil between.
Oppressed with sin and woe,
A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe;
But I will not despair.
With this polluted heart
I dare to come to Thee, Holy and mighty as Thou art,
For Thou wilt pardon me.
I feel that I am weak,
And prone to every sin; But Thou who giv'st to those who seek
Wilt give me strength within.
Far as this earth may be
From yonder starry skies,
Yet Thou wilt not despise.
I need not fear my foes,
I need not yield to care;
For Thou wilt answer prayer.
In my Redeemer's name
And, all unworthy as I am,
My sister Anne had to taste the cup of life as it is mixed for the class termed " Governesses."
The following are some of the thoughts that now anc then solace a governess :—
LINES WRITTEN FROM HOME.
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground,
And cold the wind that wanders round
There is a friendly roof, I know,
Might shield me from the wintry blast;
There is a fire whose ruddy glow
And so, though still, where'er I go,
Though, when my spirit sinks in woe,
Though solitude, endured too long,
Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue,
When kindly thoughts that would have way
I know there is, though far away,
A home where heart and soul may rest.
Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine,
The warmer heart will not belie; While mirth and truth and friendship shine
In smiling lip and earnest bye.
The ice that gathers round my heart
May there be thawed; and sweetly, then,
The joys of youth, that now depart,
Though far I roam, that thought shall be
My hope, my comfort everywhere; While such a home remains to me,
My heart shall never know despair.
THE NARROW WAY.
Believe not those who say
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way
It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
Must all his powers employ.
Bright hopes and pure delight
And there, amid the sternest heights,
On all her breezes borne,
Earth yields no scents like those;
Should never crave the rose.
Arm—arm thee for the fight;
Watch through the darkest hours of night; Toil through the hottest day.
Crush pride into the dust,
Or thou must needs be slack; And trample down rebellious lust, . Or it will hold thee back.
Seek not thy honour here;
Waive pleasure and renown; The world's dread scoff undaunted bear,
And face its deadliest frown.
To labour and to love,
To pardon and endure,
And keep thy conscience pure—
Be this thy constant aim,
What matter who should whisper blame,
What matter, if thy God approve,
And if, within thy breast,
The earnest of His rest?
Why should such gloomy silence reign,
When neither danger, sickness, pain,
Nor death, nor want, have entered here?
We are as many as we were
That other night, when all were gay, And full of hope, and free from care;
Yet is there something gone away.
The moon without as pure and calm
Is shining as that night she shone; But now to us she brings no balm,
For something from our hearts is goneSomething whose absence leaves a void,
A cheerless want in every heart; Each feels the bliss of all destroyed,
And mourns the change—but each apart.
The fire is burning in the grate
As redly as it used to burn; But still the hearth is desolate,
Till mirth, and love, and peace return.
'Twas peace that flowed from heart to heart,
And gave us language to impart
The blissful thoughts itself had given.
Domestic peace, best joy of earth,
White angel, to our sorrowing hearth
THE THREE GUIDES.*
Spirit of Earth, thy hand is chill:
I've felt its icy clasp;
That stony-hearted grasp.
Oh, turn its gaze from me!
I will not walk with thee.
'Wisdom is mine," I've heard thee say. "Beneath my searching eye
* First published in Fraser's Magazine.