Poems (Hornblower)/Lines (When I forget the Sacred Power)
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LINES.
When I forget the Sacred Power,Which guards my life, each passing hourWhen I can gaze on flower and tree,Yet own no blissful sympathyWith nature's charm—when I can lookUpon the heaven's wide-opened book,And see the stars in order move,Yet feel no thrill of holy love—When all the fairest, brightest, bestShall pass my soul, unloved, unblest,Even as a dream remembered not—Then—not till then—be Thou forgot!