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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Christian Poem

O throbbing heart, be still!
                Canst thou not bear
The heavy dash of Memory's troubled tide,
    Long sternly pent, but broken forth again,
Sweeping all barriers ruthlessly aside,
    And leaving desolation in its train
                Where all was fair?

            Fair, did I say?--Oh yes!--
                I'd reared sweet flowers
Of steadfast hope, and quiet, patient trust,
    Above the wreck and ruin of my years;--
Had won a plant of beauty from the dust,
    Fanned it with breath of prayer, and wet with tears
                Of loneliest hours!

            O throbbing heart, be still!
                That cherished flower--
Faith in thy God--last grown, yet first in worth,
    Will spring anew ere long--it is not dead,
'Tis only beaten to the breast of earth!
    Let the storm rage--be calm--'twill lift its head
                Some stiller hour!        - Mrs. J. C. Yule

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