What evil can harm thee, with mother nigh?"

 Empty are the Mother's Arms.

Ah, empty are the mother's arms

Which clasp a vanished form;

A darling spared from life's alarms,

And safe from earthly storm.

In absent reverie, she hears

That voice, nor can forget;

The fond illusion disappears,—

Her arms are empty, yet.

 

In Deo Fides. 

Almighty God! Supreme! Most High!

Before Thy throne, in reverence, we kneel;

We cannot realize Thine infinity;

Beholding not, we can Thy presence feel;

Though veiled impenetrably, Thou dost reveal

Such evidence as clouds cannot conceal!

Acknowledged, though unseen, Almighty Power!

Within its secret depths, the bosom pays

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