POETRY.
FAITH.
THOU Power, that beyond the wind
Rulest, to thee I am resigned.
My child from me is snatched away; She vanished at the peer of day.
Yet I discern with clearer brow A high indulgence in the blow, Light in the storm that o'er me broke, A special kindness in the stroke, A gentleness behind the Law, A sweetness following on the awe.
Shall I forget that noonday hour, When as upon some favourite flower A deep and tingling bliss was shed, A thrilling peace from overhead P I had not known it since my birth, I shall not know it more on earth.
But now I may not sin, nor err, For fear of ever losing her.
Though reeling from Thy thunder-blow, Though blinded with Thy lightning low, I stagger back to dismal life, And mix myself with mortal strife, Thy judgment still to me is sweet ; I feel, I feel, that we shall meet.
STEPHEN PHILLIPS.
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