SPIRITUAL SONGS.

The languishing flower Upbraids not the shower,

That long hath its coming delay'd,

Nor breathes out the less Its fragrance, to bless

Its welcome, though lingering aid.

Then shall I repine, If thy wisdom divine A present desertion decree?

I may need to be taught, By this season of drought,

soul is as naught, without Thee!

That my

Yet oh, may the cloud No longer thy shroud, Descend as the soft latter rain!

On the wheels of thy love, Bid thy chariot move, To visit the mourner again!

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