POEMS.

Life’s Conflict.

In the deep recess of the inmost heart,

Where Satan tempts and angels come to shield,

Are foes by which we would be overcome,

Were Christ not with us on the battle-field.

The tempter, seeking whom he may devour,

Would sift as wheat, and finally prevail;

But Jesus intercedes and prays for us,

That faith in these dread conflicts may not fail.

These calls unheeded, who the end can know?

The Spirit grieved and angels forced to leave,

The victims, though unconscious, hastening where

No pardoning love is found, and no reprieve.

If yet there’s hope, one mighty effort make

To conquer, and the enemy defeat;

Watch unto prayer, in Jesus Christ abide,

And hasten to be made in him complete.

No true enjoyment here aside from this.

No other name on earth e’er to be given,

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