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RETIREMENT.
Strange is thy aspect to their eyes, Strange is thy foreign speech; And wild and strong is their surprise At marvels thou dost teach.
Thy strength alone is in thy word, Yet armies could not bow
The spirit of those barbarous hordes So readily as thou.
But oh! thy heart, thou home- sick man, With saddest thoughts runs o'er,
Sitting as fades the evening wan, Silently at thy door.
Yet that poor hut upon the wild, A stone beneath the tree,
And souls to heaven's love reconciledThese are enough for thee.
WILLIAM HOWITT
RETIREMENT.
FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war.
The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree: