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IN MEMORIAM A. H. H.
STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,
Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou:
Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our little systems have their day ;
They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
We have but faith: we cannot know;
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,
We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.
Forgive what seem'd my sin in me;
What seem'd my worth since I began; For merit lives from man to man, And not from man, O Lord, to thee.
Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.