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THE PEACE OF GOD.
PEACE of God, sweet peace of God!
Where broods on earth this gentle dove? Where spread those pure and downy wings To shelter him whom God doth love ?
Whence comes this blessing of the soul,
The peace of God, the peace of God!
O peace of God ! earth hath no power
Calm peace of God, in holy trust,
Sweet peace, I see thy heavenly ray,
Monthly Religious Magazine.
HAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil
Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines, For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's wild curfew shall from work asfoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy heart, and thy hand, and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least Aower, with a brimming cup may stand, And share its dew-drop with another near.
Mrs. E. B. Browning.
ORD, shall we grumble when thy Aames do
scourge us ?
TREMBLE not, though darkly gather
Clouds and tempests o'er thy sky,
Loves thee best when storms are nigh.
When the sun of fortune shineth
Long and brightly on the heart,
Parched and dry in every part.
Then the plants of grace have faded
In the dry and burning soil ;
Earthly cares and earthly toil.
But the clouds are seen ascending ;
Soon the heavens are overcast; And the weary heart is bending
'Neath affliction's stormy blast.
Yet the Lord, on high presiding,
Rules the storm with powerful hand; He the shower of
grace is guiding, To the dry and barren land.
See, at length the clouds are breaking
Tempefts have not paffd in vain; For the soul, revived, awaking,
Bears its fruit and Aowers again.
Love divine has seen and counted
Every tear it caus'd to fall,
Was its choicest gift of all.
N trouble and in grief, O God,
Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.