On through the dark days fading from their prime,
As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight.
Earth will forsake—oh! happy to have given
Th' unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven.
—Mrs. Hemans.
I WORSHIP THEE.
I worship thee, sweet Will of God!
And all thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I seem
To love thee more and more.