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TO THE REV. F. D. MAURICE

COME, when no graver cares employ,
God-father, come and see your boy :

Your presence will be sun in winter,

Making the little one leap for joy.

For, being of that honest few,
Who give the Fiend himself his due,

Should eighty-thousand college-councils Thunder Anathema,' friend, at you ;

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Should all our churchmen foam in spite

At you, so careful of the right,

Yet one lay-hearth would give you welcome

(Take it and come) to the Isle of Wight;

Where, far from noise and smoke of town,

I watch the twilight falling brown

All round a careless-order'd garden

Close to the ridge of a noble down.

You'll have no scandal while you dine,

But honest talk and wholesome wine,

And only hear the magpie gossip Garrulous under a roof of pine :

For groves of pine on either hand,

To break the blast of winter, stand;.

And further on, the hoary Channel

Tumbles a breaker on chalk and sand;

TO THE REV. F. D. MAURICE.

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Where, if below the milky steep
Some ship of battle slowly creep,

And on thro' zones of light and shadow
Glimmer away to the lonely deep,

We might discuss the Northern sin

Which made a selfish war begin ;

Dispute the claims, arrange the chances ;

Emperor, Ottoman, which shall win :

Or whether war's avenging rod

Shall lash all Europe into blood;

Till you

should turn to dearer matters,

Dear to the man that is dear to God;

How best to help the slender store,
How mend the dwellings, of the poor ;

How gain in life, as life advances, Valour and charity more and more.

Come, Maurice, come : the lawn as yet

Is hoar with rime, or spongy-wet;

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WILL

1.

O WELL for him whose will is strong !

He suffers, but he will not suffer long ;

He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong:
For him nor moves the loud world's random mock,

Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound,
Who seems a promontory of rock,
That, compass'd round with turbulent sound,
In middle ocean meets the surging shock,
Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd.

2.

But ill for him who, bettering not with time,

Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will,

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