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314 CHRISTMAS-EVE AND EASTER-DAY
Who head and heart alike discernest,
Looking below light speech we utter,
When the frothy spume and frequent sputter
Prove that the soul's depths boil in earnest I
May the truth shine Ollt, stand ever before us I
I put up pencil and join chorus
To Hepzibah Tune, without further apology,
The last five verses of the third section
Of the seventeenth hymn in 'Vhitfield's Collection,
To conclude with the doxology.
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EASTER-DAY
How very hard it it is to be
A Christian I Hard for you and me,
-Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
Effecting thus complete and whole,
A purpose or the human soul-
For that is always hard to do ;
But hard, I mean, for me and you
To realise it, more or less,
With even the moderate success
Which commonly repays our strife
To carry out the aims of life.
" This aim is greater," you may say,
"And so more arduous every way."
-But the importance of the fruits
Stin proves to man, in all pursuits,
Proportional encouragement.
" Then, what if it be God's intent
" That labour to this one result
" Shall seem unduly difficult? "
-Ah, that's a question in the dark­
And the sole thing that I remark
Upon the difficulty, this;
'vVe do not see it where it is,
At the beginning of the race:
As we proceed, it shifts its place,
And where we looked for palms to faU,
We find the tug's to come,-that's all.
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