Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tossed
Before the sweeping blast.
414. L. M. Keble.
"Not that thou wouldst take them out of the world, but keep them from its evil."
1Sweet is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have sworn and steadfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all t' espy
Their God, in all themselves deny.
2O could we learn that sacrifice,