| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Rose’s Diary (1850).
“Late on me, weeping, did this whisper fall” | | By Henry Septimus Sutton (1825–1901) |
| | XVIII.
FEBRUARY. LATE on me, weeping, did this whisper fall:— | |
| “Dear child, there is no need to weep at all. | |
| Why go about to grieve and to despair? | |
| Why weep now through thy future’s eyes, and bear | |
| Vainly to-day to-morrow’s load of care? | 5 |
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| “Mine is thy welfare. Ev’n the storms fulfil, | |
| On those who love Me, none but My decrees. | |
| Lightning shall not strike thee against My will; | |
| And I, thy Lord, can save thee when I please | |
| From quaking earth and the devouring seas. | 10 |
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| “Why be so dull, so slow to understand? | |
| The more thou trustest Me, the more can flow | |
| My love, and thou, a jewel in My hand, | |
| Shalt richer be; whence thou canst never go | |
| So softly slipping, but that I shall know. | 15 |
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| “If thou should’st seem to slip,—if griefs and pains | |
| And death assail,—for thee there yet remains | |
| My love, which lets them, and which surely will | |
| Thee reinstate where thou a place shalt fill | |
| Inviolate, for ever steadfast still.” | 20 |
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| “Father!” (I said) “I do accept Thy word. | |
| To perfect trust in Thee now am I stirr’d | |
| By the dear gracious saying I have heard.” | |
| And, having said this, fell a peace so deep | |
| Into my heart, what could I do but weep? | 25 | | | |
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