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CRUCE AND CORONA.
Transfused with all the glory of its pow'r,Emotion, thought had yielded to its sway.The one great worship too her soul had learned:In holy accents from her mother's lips,The story of Redemption she had heard;And oft herself perused the sacred page. In childhood's holy trust her soul she gaveTo Christ her Saviour; and it ever wasThat through the beautiful she worshiped God.But still her father through Redemption's way,The soul's true living way, approached not God;Until the still small voice within his soul,That uttered o'er and o'er the old man's prayer,Awakened all the energies of thought,And unbelief's foundations trembling shook.A pow'r more mighty than the earthquake's shockSeemed rending all his soul; and then to Christ,In anguish and humility, he cried,And light, and peace, and pardon answ'ring came.
"The aged man is versed in wondrous loreOf bygone times. The pathway he has tracedPhilosophy has trod descending downThe course of ages; and great truths, unveiledBy science, history, to him are known.The three great sources of divinest loreTo man e'er given, most his soul doth prize,—
