How weary ’twas to wait

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How weary ’twas to wait! The year
Went dragging slowly on;
The red leaf to the running brook
Dropped sadly, and was gone;
December came, and locked in ice
The plashing of the mill;
The white snow filled the orchard up;
But she was waiting still.

from Verses to Order by Henry Austin Dobson

 

In thee I every glory view

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In thee I every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
Beloved Saviour, ever be
A Sanctuary unto me.

Whatever woes and fears betide,
In thy dear bosom let me hide;
And, while I pour my soul to thee,
Do thou my Sanctuary be.

Through life and all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes,
’Tis this supports my fainting heart,
That thou my Sanctuary art.

from Christ a Sanctuary by Samuel Medly 1738-1799

The moan of a wintry soul

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     The moan of a wintry soul
Melted into a summer song,
And the words, like the wavelet’s roll,
Moved murmuringly along.

And the song flowed far and away,
Like the voice of a half-sleeping rill –
Each wave of it lit by a ray –
But the sound was so soft and so still,

And the tone was so gentle and low,
None heard the song till it had passed;
Till the echo that followed its flow
Came dreamingly back from the past.

from “Dreaming” by Abram Joseph Ryan 1839-1886