Poetry
... 1ottr)+ FAITH AND HOPE. SADNESS o'er my soul is stealing, Like a sable shroud; Now, 0 God ! thy light revealing, Shine from out the oloud. Beauty round my path is blooming: God! 't is all from thee; Now my soul, her trust resuming, Feels her liberty. Struggling worker! wben thy pulseS Fuil thee in thle strife, tle lilies Think that lie Who clothes telle Guards thee ill this life. Life, and ...