Poems (Truesdell)/Religion
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RELIGION.
Religion! pure and heavenly guest,
Possessed of thee, I feel I'm blest!
Though every other hope depart,
Still may I clasp thee to my heart.
Possessed of thee, I feel I'm blest!
Though every other hope depart,
Still may I clasp thee to my heart.
When sickness, sorrow, pain, or dread,
Had gathered thickly o'er my head,
Ye bade the waves of sorrow cease,
And pointed to the paths of peace.
Had gathered thickly o'er my head,
Ye bade the waves of sorrow cease,
And pointed to the paths of peace.
When hopes that o'er my spirit threw
A radiant light, like evening dew,
Had faded from the earth away,
Swift as a meteor's passing ray,—
A radiant light, like evening dew,
Had faded from the earth away,
Swift as a meteor's passing ray,—
One angel form still lingered near,
With joy my wounded heart to cheer,—
One angel friend in mercy came,—
Religion was her heavenly name.
With joy my wounded heart to cheer,—
One angel friend in mercy came,—
Religion was her heavenly name.
Then never, never, may I stray
From this dear, safe, and pleasant way!
But e'en in death its Author bless,
And sink to sleep in happiness!
From this dear, safe, and pleasant way!
But e'en in death its Author bless,
And sink to sleep in happiness!