Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on.

The night is dark, and I am far from home,-
Lead thou me on.

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene, one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead thou me on.

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.
So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still

Will lead me on,

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

JOHN HENRY NEWMAN, 1833.

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.

Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully;
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth,
Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea.

So to the soul that knows thy love, O Purest,
There is a temple, peaceful evermore;
And all the babble of life's angry voices

Dies in hushed stillness at its sacred door.

Far, far away, the noise of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise ever peacefully;

And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth,
Disturbs that deeper rest, O Lord, in thee.

HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.