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THE INNER CALM.
CALM me, my God, and keep me calm,
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ;
Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
The sounds my ear that greet, Calm in the closet's solitude,
Calm in the bustling street;
Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like Him who bore my shame, Calm mid the threatening, taunting throng,
Who hate Thy holy name;
My listening spirit stir;
E'er find too fond an ear;
Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which storms assail in vain, Moving unruffled through earth's war, The eternal calm to gain.
THE MASTER'S TOUCH.
In the still air the music lies unheard;
Great Master, touch us with thy skilful hand;
To make the music and the beauty,
- W. ALEXANDER.
Let not the music that is in us die! Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let,
Hidden and lost, thy form within us lie!
Spare not the stroke! do with us as thou wilt!
Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred;
Complete thy purpose, that we may be
Thy perfect image, thou our God and
Calm when the great world's news with Up above, the tree with leaf unfading,
By the everlasting river's brink;
Down below, the wild November whist-
Through the beech's dome of burning red,
Down below, a pall of airy purple
Down below, the white wings of the seabird
Dashed across the furrows, dark with
Down below, imaginations quivering
Hope, like sea-birds, flashed across the mind.