"In God we trust" and after that we trust our neighbour. Heavenborn wisdom, the gift of the Holy Ghost, the Comforter.
P. S.-A temperance shrub :-Two teaspoonfulls of sour gooseberry jam stirred into a tumbler of cold water-delicious! N. B.-Wine, and sugar to the taste.
O treacherous, fathomless Sea,
Who bring'st an awful tale to me;
Of wreckage, waste and loss by storm,
Of hearts thou'st broken-made forlorn,
"That, bark and life were, tempest-tossed,
And in thy rage, all hope was lost;"
O wicked, unjust, cruel Sea,
Is that the woe thou tellest me
Who hast robbed me-robbed me,
Thou merciless, treacherous Sea!
Didst thou clasp in thine arms my loves,
And hurl them down to salt-sea graves,
Then wrap about them thy cold waves,
And hiss and roar above their heads?—
My darling ones-thy dead! thy dead!
Lying, now, in their sea-weed beds,
My dearest ones-beloved dead.
My all is gone, O calm-faced Sea
Sing not that song of peace to me!
The wash of waves is in mine ear,
Those cries for help I ever hear,
And so know shipwreck's very near;
Tell not thy Siren's song to me
Thou allurring, treacherous Sea.
I hate thee, O thou cruel Sea,
That smooth and sunny face to-day
When knowest on thy floor there lies,
The ones thou hast clutched from me;
Too well thou'rt known, O cunning Sea,
To others sing thy songs of glee,
Thou canst not ever comfort me
Who hast robbed me-robbed me
Fathomless, treacherous Sea.
Almighty God, Eternal Son
Enter in, at my door to-day,
Enter in to my life, for aye;
To Thee, the best I'll give alway,
Now come Thou in, this very day.
Almighty God, Eternal One!
Art hungry, eat and drink Thy fill, Art cold, then warm Thyself, I pray, These winter winds are very chill— Take this warm garment, for the way.
Almighty God, Eternal Christ
Eat and drink, in my house, to-day,
Hear ev'ry word I think or say;
Know all my work, and all my play,
With Thee I'll share the best, to-day.
Almighty God, Eternal Son
Wilt thou the light of my dwelling be,
When all, outside, is dark to me;
And I know not what is to be,
But always, ever, trust in Thee.
Almighty God, Eternal Son
Here are no goods, nor gold nor pelf,
Only myself, my needy self;
A mortal, wretched, poor and blind, Coming to Thee, O Saviour kind.
Almighty God, Eternal Christ.
My bite, my sup, I share with Thee,
My door wide open as can see;
The time is short, come in to me,
My Saviour, let me Thy child be.
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