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CHARITY.
O! who shall say he knows the folds
That veil another's inmost heart—
The hopes, thoughts, wishes which it holds,
In which he never bore a part—
That hidden world eye cannot see,
Oh! who shall pierce its mystery?
That veil another's inmost heart—
The hopes, thoughts, wishes which it holds,
In which he never bore a part—
That hidden world eye cannot see,
Oh! who shall pierce its mystery?
Presumptuous aim! that shrouded soul.
Unmarked by every human gaze,
Is open but to His control,
Who traces every secret maze;
It is not thine to bound its faith,
Or say what feelings swell beneath.
Unmarked by every human gaze,
Is open but to His control,
Who traces every secret maze;
It is not thine to bound its faith,
Or say what feelings swell beneath.
There may be hope, as pure, as bright,
As ever sought eternity;
There may be light, clear heavenly light,
Where all seems cold and dark to thee;
And where thy vision mourns the dust,
There may be trust, delightful trust.
As ever sought eternity;
There may be light, clear heavenly light,
Where all seems cold and dark to thee;
And where thy vision mourns the dust,
There may be trust, delightful trust.
