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In the everlasting arms
Mid life's dangers and alarms
Let calm trust your spirit fill;
Know He's God, and then be still."
Trustingly I raised my head
Hearing what the atom said;
Knowing man is greater far
Than the brightest sun or star.

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The Crocuses.

They heard the South wind sighing
 A murmur of the rain;
And they knew that Earth was longing
 To see them all again.

While the snow-drops still were sleeping
 Beneath the silent sod;
They felt their new life pulsing
 Within the dark, cold clod.

Not a daffodil nor daisy
 Had dared to raise its head;
Not a fairhaired dandelion
 Peeped timid from its bed;