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192 FABER'S HYMNS.
Alas! of all this sorrow there is need; For us earth weeps, for us the creatures bleed: Thou art content, if all this woe imparts The sense of exile to repentant hearts.
Yes ! it is well for us: from these alarms, Like children scared, we fly into Thine arms; And pressing sorrows put our pride to rout With a swift faith which has not time to doubt.
We cannot herd in peace with wild beasts rude; We dare not live in nature's solitude; In how few eyes of men can we behold Enough of love to make us calm and bold ?
Oh it is well for us: with angry glance Life glares at us, or looks at us askance : Seek where we will,— Father ! we see it now,— None love us, trust us, welcome us, but Thou!
Autumn once more begins to teach ! Sear leaves their annual sermon preach ; And with the southward-slipping sun Another stage of life is done.