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IN MEMORIA M.

SECOND EDITION.

LONDON:

EDWARD MOXON, DOVER STREET.

1850.

LONDON:

BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS,

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,

Whom we, that have not seen thy face,

By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade ;

Thou madest Life in man and brute ;
Thou madest Death ; and lo, thy foot

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Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust :

Thou madest man, he knows not why ;

He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,

The highest, holiest manhood, thou :

Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day ;

They have their day and cease to be :

They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith : we cannot know ;

For knowledge is of things we see ;

And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it

grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,

But more of reverence in us dwell ;

That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight ;

We mock thee when we do not fear :

But help thy foolish ones to bear ; Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem'd my sin in me ;
What seem'd

my

worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man,

And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

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Forgive my grief for one removed,

Thy creature, whom I found so fair.

I trust he lives in thee, and there I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,

Confusions of a wasted youth ;

Forgive them where they fail in truth, And in thy wisdom make me wise.

1849.

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