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  	                      CHRIST MY REFUGE 

18	    O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind
  	        There sweeps a strain,
  	    Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind
21	        The power of pain,

  	    And wake a white-winged angel throng
  	        Of thoughts, illumed
24	    By faith, and breathed in raptured song,
  	        With love perfumed. 
 
  Miscellaneous Writings --- Poems                                              
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1	    Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
  	        Life's burdens light. 
 3	    I kiss the cross, and wake to know
  	        A world more bright. 

  	    And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea
 6	        I see Christ walk,
  	    And come to me, and tenderly,
  	        Divinely talk. 

 9	    Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
  	        Upon Life's shore,
  	    'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
12	        Oh, nevermore! 

  	    From tired joy and grief afar,
  	        And nearer Thee, — 
15	    Father, where Thine own children are,
  	        I love to be. 

  	    My prayer, some daily good to do
18	        To Thine, for Thee;
  	    An offering pure of Love, whereto
  	        God leadeth me.