I strove, and I succeeded; look’d with awe,
But yet with firmness, and my brother saw.
“George, why that smile?—By all that God has done, }
By the great Spirit, by the blessed Son, }
By the one holy Three, by the thrice holy One, }
I saw my brother—saw him by my bed,
And every doubt in full conviction fled!—
It was his own mild spirit—He awhile 590
Waited my calmness with benignant smile;
So softly shines the veiled sun, till past