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IF a large love of the whole human race, With charity that hopeth a meet cure For life’s worst evils, indicates the grace Of goodness, thine is such as will endure. And if pure prayers to stablish what is pure Waste not away in the dim voids of space, But, Godward rising, pierce heaven’s starry face, Thine have been heard and thy reward is sure. Farewell! This people might be well content To part with much beside, if so it might Keep burning through its mortal glooms, unblent With earthlier ardours, perilous, though bright, Thy eloquent fervour, kindling wise intent— Thy steady flame of purpose in the right. |