March 29

Let none that wait on Thee be ashamed.

COME back again, my olden heart!— Ah, fickle spirit and untrue,

I bade the only guide depart

Whose faithfulness I surely knew:

I said, my heart is all too soft;

He who would climb and soar aloft

Must needs keep ever at his side

The tonic of a wholesome pride.

Come back again, old heart! Ah me!

Methinks in those thy coward fears

There might, perchance, a courage be,

That fails in these the manlier years;

Courage to let the courage sink,

Itself a coward base to think,

Rather than not for heavenly light

Wait on to show the truly right.

ARTHUR

HUGH

CLOUGH

AWAKING