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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3826, 2 April 1881, Page 1

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longing

Of all the myriad moods o£ mind That through tbe soul come thronging, Wli^b one was e'er so de*r, so kind, BwT»eautiful as longing? The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment, -Before the present poor and bare Can make its sneering comment. Still, through our paltry stir and strife, .. Glows down tlie wished ideal ; And longing moulds in cl*y wfiatUfa;::■; .;f~ in the marble rea^. To "let the new life in, we know Desire must ope the portal; Perhaps the longing to be so Helps make the soul immortal. Longing is God's fresh heavenward will; .With our poor earthward striving, We quench it that we may be still, Content with merely living. But would we learn that heart's full scope Which we are hourly wronging, Our lives nm«t climb from hope to hope And realise our longing. Ah! let us hope that to our praise Good God not enly reckons The moments when we tread His ways. But when the spirit beckons. That some slight good is also wrought Beyond self-satisfaction. When we are simply good in thought, Howo'er we fail in action.