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In the dual heart of man,
Scarcely Hope hath shaped for me
I can only urge the plea,
Blest to me were any spot Where temptation whispers not. If there be some weaker one, Give me strength to help him on; If a blinder soul there be, Let me guide him nearer Thee. Make my mortal dreams come true With the work I fain would do ; Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant; Let me find in Thy employ Peace that dearer is than joy ; Out of self to love be led And to heaven acclimated, Until all things sweet and good Seem my natural habitude.
So we read the prayer of him
Who, with John of Labadie,
Trod, of old, the oozy rim
Of the Zuyder Zee.
Thus did Andrew Rykman pray,
Are we wiser, better grown, That we may not, in our day,
Make his prayer our own ?
TN that black forest, where, when day is
done, With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon Darkly from sunset to the rising sun,
A cry, as of the pained heart of the wood,
* Lieut. Herndon's Report of the Exploration of the Amazon has a striking description of the peculiar and melancholy notes of a bird heard by night on the shores of the river. The Indian guides called it “The Cry of a lost Soul”!