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428 POEMS.
Cold her baby on her arm;
O’er her broken heart is sweeping
Still the chilly wind.
M. R. We
*HAD I STRONG FAITH.
Hap I strong faith, then all unmoved I’d gaze
On earthly storms, safe in my port of rest,
Unscared by jarring cries, or troublous days;
For that safe haven is God’s loving breast.
Had I strong faith, oh how serenely then
My heart the tangled knots of life should ope;
Whilst cradled lovingly, both joy and pain
‘Would rest in the soft arms of heav’nly hope
Had I strong faith, no passions wild would sway,
No evil thoughts have power to torture me,
No galling fetters on my soul should weigh;
Had I such faith, then were my spirit free.
Had I strong faith, I should indeed be strong,
Unmoved, unscathed, though evil-doers_ smite ;
Even as the sun o’er clouds, I’d pass along,
Turning all cold to warmth, darkness to light.
Had I strong faith, Thy holy peace, O God,
Would ne’er, as ofttimes now, abandon me;
I’d fight my fight on earth with dauntless mood,
And find eternal peace and bliss in Thee.
November 17th, 1844.
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