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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IX, Issue 485, 17 June 1867, Page 3

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THE TAMING POINT. vJI'SHS far, then, silo by side. The self-same path we’ve plied— Our hope, our prospect, and horizon oue— Now this new path I choose ; Yet blame not, nor accuse. But, panics, hid me in God’s name go on. For still by day or night, Through travail and delight, With “ten, or talking with the earth and tea* No form of creed or school, Bat something that beats here is more to me. *Tis b ! t»e” thru* '~ Sut falsehood to the heart Shoots bitterer arrows barbed with self-disdain; The beaten ways are sweet, Worn with a thousand feet— Jfot with old foot-prints must my path b-a plain. Think not the Eternal Good Is measured by Man’s rood, Hl* thoughts scanned, as the stars are, one by one— No prophet, saint, nor sage Shall sum up Truth, or guage God’* purpose ripeniug as the ages run. In crocus and in rose. Though the same sunshine glows. One flower waves crimson, and one trembles gold— Dost thou alone claim sight ? Is love less free than light ? Love's rays in human hearts less manifold ( Nay, yet, through scorn and hats. We hail but one thing great. One power the universal heart approve*. With Love’s free sandals shod, Man’s feet may hud out iGod, Far _from tho world’s great ways and echoing grooves.