COMFORT

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 23, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 25.

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COMFORT.

SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so, Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet. And if no precious gums my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection—thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing, as a child Whose song bird seeks the wood forevermore, Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth, Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled, He sleeps the faster that he wept before. —Mrs. Browning.