Drive many a lowering cloud away,
And bring a clearer, holier day.
The fire, that every hope consumes,
Either the inmost soul entombs
Or evermore the face illumes!
Robes of asbestos do we wear;
Before the memories we bear,
The flames leap backward everywhere.
THE PROTEST OF FAITH.
TO REV. ⸺ ⸺
Dear Friend and Teacher,—not by word alone,