Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. by Jean Ingelow
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And draw the souls that breathe by Him.
"We had a message long ago That like a river peace should flow, And Eden bloom again below. We heard, and we began to wait: Full soon that message men forgot; Yet waiting is their destined lot, And waiting for they know not what They strive with yearnings passionate. "Regret and faith alike enchain; There was a loss, there comes a gain; We stand at fault betwixt the twain, And that is veiled for which we pant. Our lives are short, our ten times seven; We think the councils held in heaven Sit long, ere yet that blissful leaven Work peace amongst the militant. "Then we blame God that sin should be; Adam began it at the tree, 'The woman whom THOU gavest me; And we adopt his dark device. O long Thou tarriest! come and reign, And bring forgiveness in Thy train, And give us in our hands again The apples of Thy Paradise." "Far-seeing heart! if that be all |
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