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216 FABER'S HYMNS.
One of those darknesses was this, In which God loves to dwell,
One of those restful silences In which He is audible.
Slowly light came, the thinnest dawn,
Not sunshine to our night, A new, more spiritual thing,
An advent of pure light:
Perhaps not light; rather the soul Which just then came to see,
And saw through its world-darkened life, And saw Eternity.
0 God! it was a time divine, Rich epoch of calm grace.
A pressing of our hearts to Thine In mystical embrace.
The work of years was done in days, Fights won, and trophies given :
For sorrow is the atmosphere Which ripens hearts for Heaven.
1 saw dear souls with seemliest haste
Array themselves in light, And weave themselves angelic robes Out of the utter night. |
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