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THE ETERNAL YEARS. 199
One Cross can sanctify a soul;
Late saints and ancient seers Were what they were, because they mused
Upon the Eternal Years.
Pass not from flower to pretty flower;
Time flies, and judgment nears ; Go ! make thy honey from the thought
Of the Eternal Years.
Death will have rainbows round it, seen
Through calm contrition's tears, If tranquil hope but trims her lamp
At the Eternal Years.
Keep unconstrain'dly in this thought, Thy loves, hopes, smiles, and tears;
Such prison-house thine heart will make Free of the Eternal Years.
A single practice long sustained
A soul to God endears: This must be thine — to weigh the thought
Of the Eternal Years.
He practises all virtue well,
Who his own Cross reveres, And lives in the familiar thought
Of the Eternal Years. |
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