94. Desolation
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O, SAY not thou art left of God, |
| Because His tokens in the sky |
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Thou canst not read: this earth He trod |
| To teach thee He was ever nigh. |
He sees, beneath the fig-tree green, |
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Nathaniel con His sacred lore;
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| Shouldst thou thy chamber seek, unseen, |
| He enters through the unopen'd door. |
And when thou liest, by slumber bound, |
| Outwearied in the Christian fight, |
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In glory, girt with Saints around, |
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He stands above thee through the night.
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When friends to Emmaus bend their course,
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He joins, although He holds their eyes:
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Or, shouldst thou feel some fever's force,
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He takes thy hand, He bids thee rise.
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Or on a voyage, when calms prevail,
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And prison thee upon the sea,
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He walks the wave, He wings the sail,
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The shore is gain'd, and thou art free.
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Off Sardinia.
June 18, 1833.
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