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HOU Life within my life, than self more near,
From all illusive shows of sense I flee,
To find my centre and my rest in thee.
Below all depths thy saving mercy lies,
Take part with me against these doubts that rise
How shall I call thee who art always here?
ELIZA SCUDDER, 1821
ATHER, to us thy children, humbly kneeling,
That we may conquer base desire and passion,
That we may rise from selfish thought and will, O'ercome the world's allurement, threat, and fashion, Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still.
Let all thy goodness by our minds be seen,
JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE, 1810-1888.