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62 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
What though to me is here denied The sacred boon to mortals given;
Yet 0, my own, my lovely bride, I 'II gaze upon thy face in heaven!
"THOU SHALT SEE GREATER THINGS."
John i, 50.
" And dost thou now believe, because I tell thee I saw thee there beneath those shadowy trees When thou didst think no mortal eye beheld thee ? Ah! thou shalt see far greater things than these; If with my little band thou followest me, Wonders on wonders thou shalt surely see.
" The winds, at my command, thou shalt behold
Sink into silence, and a calmness sleeping Upon the wave that high with madness roll'd, While tempests wild upon its breast were sweeping. Winds, waves—at once are hush'd at my command; Earth, earth and heaven are subject to my hand.
" Nor only shalt thou see the tempest's strife Sink into calmness when I speak the word;
The dead—the dead shall waken into life, The grave shall listen when my voice is heard,