Maxioms by John Keble
Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
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Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may upon the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
And taught by thee the Church prolongs
Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.
And taught by thee the Church prolongs
Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.
In silence, . . .
Steals on soft-handed Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
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In silence, . . .
Steals on soft-handed Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
By time and place,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,
But finds her grace.
