And not forever shall grief be thine;
On the Heavenly Mother's breast,
Washed clean and white in the waters of joy
Shall His seeking child find rest.
Console thyself with His word of grace,
And cease thy wail of woe,
For His mercy never an equal hath,
And His love no bounds can know.
Lean close unto Him in faith and hope;
How many like thee have found
In Him a shelter and home of peace,
By His mercy compassed round!
There, safe from sin and the sorrow it brings,
They sing their grateful psalms,
And rest, at noon, by the wells of God,
In the shade of His holy palms!
1885.
REVELATION.
"And I went into the Vale of Beavor, and as I went I preached
repentance to the people. And one morning, sitting by the fire, a
great cloud came over me, and a temptation beset me. And it was
said: All things come by Nature; and the Elements and the Stars
came over me. And as I sat still and let it alone, a living hope
arose in me, and a true Voice which said: There is a living God who
made all things. And immediately the cloud and the temptation
vanished, and Life rose over all, and my heart was glad and I
praised the Living God."--Journal of George Fox,
1690.
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,
O man of God! our hope and faith
The Elements and Stars assail,
And the awed spirit holds its breath,
Blown over by a wind of death.
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