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Sonnet.—Comfort.
SONNET . —COMFORT .
Take up thy cross , good brother ; is it well To droop and falter 1—if the path be long And thorn surrounded , thou should ' st climb along The weary steps as pilgrim to bis cell , Singing some joyful lay , whose tones shall quell The mournful utterance of each sad heart's song :
Nay , be thou patient , —in a firm and strong Endurance lives Faith ' s ever potent spell ; On through tbe press , Love waits , and smiling keeps A gentle vigil o ' er Life ' s parting way . The portal opens , —there no mourner weeps , No sorrow glooms the brightness of the day : Look up ! thy griefs will pass while Memory sleeps In the sweet Lethe of Hope ' s golden sway . W . B .
An Apology.
AN APOLOGY .
Addressed to the R . IF . Brother ALEXANDER D OBIE , Grand Registrar , P . G . M . for Surrey , & c . < £ c . < l ; c . Written after the C ONSECRATION OP THE ASYLUM TOR A GED AND DECAYED F REEMASONS . DOBIE ! forgive , what in mistaken mood And bygone days I uttered : thinking , then ,
Less of all else than of that best of men , Who now , like thee , is better understood . His was my fealty ; for , unselfishly , When sunshine friends—some whom my willing hand Had helped to raise , higher than I could stand—Shunned or maligned , He saved , He succoured me !
To him , to CRUCEFIX , I owed—still owe—Unbounded gratitude ! And fancied wrong To him , feelings awoke too deep , too strong To be controulable . Now that I know How misdirected , how unjust to thee , They were , DOBIE ! I pray thee , thus , to pardon me ! J . LEE STEVENS , Past Grand Steward .
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Sonnet.—Comfort.
SONNET . —COMFORT .
Take up thy cross , good brother ; is it well To droop and falter 1—if the path be long And thorn surrounded , thou should ' st climb along The weary steps as pilgrim to bis cell , Singing some joyful lay , whose tones shall quell The mournful utterance of each sad heart's song :
Nay , be thou patient , —in a firm and strong Endurance lives Faith ' s ever potent spell ; On through tbe press , Love waits , and smiling keeps A gentle vigil o ' er Life ' s parting way . The portal opens , —there no mourner weeps , No sorrow glooms the brightness of the day : Look up ! thy griefs will pass while Memory sleeps In the sweet Lethe of Hope ' s golden sway . W . B .
An Apology.
AN APOLOGY .
Addressed to the R . IF . Brother ALEXANDER D OBIE , Grand Registrar , P . G . M . for Surrey , & c . < £ c . < l ; c . Written after the C ONSECRATION OP THE ASYLUM TOR A GED AND DECAYED F REEMASONS . DOBIE ! forgive , what in mistaken mood And bygone days I uttered : thinking , then ,
Less of all else than of that best of men , Who now , like thee , is better understood . His was my fealty ; for , unselfishly , When sunshine friends—some whom my willing hand Had helped to raise , higher than I could stand—Shunned or maligned , He saved , He succoured me !
To him , to CRUCEFIX , I owed—still owe—Unbounded gratitude ! And fancied wrong To him , feelings awoke too deep , too strong To be controulable . Now that I know How misdirected , how unjust to thee , They were , DOBIE ! I pray thee , thus , to pardon me ! J . LEE STEVENS , Past Grand Steward .