|The Peace Of God|
| Give me not|
That makes peace,
Oft so breached
By men with will
Create and mar the fruit
Of their hands.
But lead me in the peace
That transcends knowing,
None can grasp,
Lest he may quell it. . . .
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|The Gone Child|
| Do not weep for the gone child.|
Save the tears of sorrow
Lest in vain we strain our eyes,
Unknowing the fate of the child
Upright at heart, now in heaven resides—
No longer dead but yet alive.
To the bosom of the Lord he goes
God is pleased to receive His own. . . .
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