The peace my bosom felt before,
And soothe again my aching, tortured breast?
It will, for there is One above
Who bends on all a Father’s eye;
Who hears with all a Father’s love
The broken heart’s repentant sigh,
Calms the vexed heart, and bids the spirit rest.
[1]. Abridged from an excellent Communication, by William Bates, to Notes and Queries, 2d series, vol. x. p. 245.