"What I do, thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know
hereafter."


             DID we but see,

When life first open'd, how our journey lay

Between its earliest and its closing day,

    Or view ourselves, as we one time shall be,

Who strive for the high prize, such sight would
      break

The youthful spirit, though bold for Jesu's sake.


             But Thou, dear Lord!

Whilst I traced out bright scenes which were to
      come,

Isaac's pure blessings, and a verdant home,

    Didst spare me, and withhold Thy fearful word;

Willing me year by year, till I am found

A pilgrim pale, with Paul's sad girdle bound.


Tre Fontane.
April 2, 1833.

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