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ng then I meekly craved a common boon which might Most easily be granted; soon the light Of deeper truth grew on my wondering ken, (Escaping baneful damps of stagnant fen), And then I saw that in my pride bedight I claimed from erring man the gift of Heaven-- God's own great vested right; and I grew calm, With folded hands, like stone, to patience given, And pitying, of pure love distilling balm; And now I wait in quiet trust to be All known to God--and ask of men sweet charity. --Elizabeth Oakes Smith. GOD SAVE THE PEOPLE When wilt thou save the people, O God of mercy, when? Not kings alone, but nations? Not thrones and crowns, but men? Flowers of thy heart, O God, are they: Let them not pass, like weeds, away-- Their heritage a sunless day. God save the people! Shall crime bring crime forever, Strength aiding still the strong? Is it thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong? "No," say thy mountains, "No," thy skies; Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs ascend instead of sighs. God save the people! When wilt thou save the people? O God of mercy, when? The people, Lord, the people, Not thrones and crowns, but men? God save the people; thine they are, Thy children, as thine angels fair; From vice, oppression, and despair, God save the people! --Ebenezer Elliott. HYMN OF THE CITY Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale the present Deity; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty!--here, amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled With everlasting murmurs deep and loud-- Choking the ways that wind 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind. The golden sunshine comes From the round heaven, and on their dwellings lies And lights their inner homes; For them thou fill'st with air the unbounded skies And givest them the stores Of ocean, and the harvest of its shores. Thy spirit is around, Quickening the restless mass that sweeps along; And this eternal sound-- Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng-- Like the resounding se
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