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SONNET.
O Lead me by thy hand, where living streams
Of purest pleasure flow; and to the heart
A fadeless and eternal hope impart;
And kindle in my soul the holy beams
Of heavenly light, which, o'er the cares, and woes,
And toils of earth, shed such a blessed peace;
Bid earth's vain fears and vainer sorrows cease,
And one blest trust the trembling thoughts enclose;
So shall I gaze, with eye undimmed and calm,
On the vain pageants of this fleeting scene;
So, shrined in faith, unchanging and serene,
Drink deep from fountains of the holiest balm,
Those living waters! let me hear thy voice,
Call to then sources, and I will rejoice.
Of purest pleasure flow; and to the heart
A fadeless and eternal hope impart;
And kindle in my soul the holy beams
Of heavenly light, which, o'er the cares, and woes,
And toils of earth, shed such a blessed peace;
Bid earth's vain fears and vainer sorrows cease,
And one blest trust the trembling thoughts enclose;
So shall I gaze, with eye undimmed and calm,
On the vain pageants of this fleeting scene;
So, shrined in faith, unchanging and serene,
Drink deep from fountains of the holiest balm,
Those living waters! let me hear thy voice,
Call to then sources, and I will rejoice.
