Poems (Toke)/The annunciation
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THOU, to whose all-seeing eye Earth's mysteries are clear,Who bright as noontide canst descry What we deem darkest here;Make us in lowly faith rejoice, With her, who on this dayFirst heard the angel's wondrous voice, And heard but to obey.
THE ANNUNCIATION.
THOU, to whose all-seeing eye Earth's mysteries are clear,Who bright as noontide canst descry What we deem darkest here;Make us in lowly faith rejoice, With her, who on this dayFirst heard the angel's wondrous voice, And heard but to obey.For though on duty's narrow path Dark clouds awhile may rest,One light the weary spirit hath, To feel, Thy way is best!And say, "Whate'er betide, yet still Behold Thy servant, Lord!Be it to me, through good and ill, According to Thy word."