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    XXXV.—GOD'S HOROLOGE.

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    ^» Hark ! God's horologe is striking 1 —

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    ( 241 )

    ( 241 )

    Xxxv.—God's Horologe.

    XXXV . —GOD'S HOROLOGE .

    ^» Hark ! God's Horologe Is Striking 1 —

    _^» Hark ! God ' s horologe is striking —

    In yon vaulted dome above ; March Myriad majesti , myriad c to orbs the triump chant , hant

    Hymning God ' s exhaustless love . Hark Earth ! God 's " ' s orbed horologe maiden is striking " hears — the call

    Throws off her dew-besprinkled hood , , And To step scatter s in li loving ght and servitude peace o , ' er all .

    Hark ! God ' s horologe is striking —• "Wild ocean rolls in ceaseless sweep

    Bvaster hiher influence bound , In y ebb and now g still circling roun , d , His waves the measured cadence keep *

    Hark ! God ' s horologe is

    striking—Soar From s boldl lowl y y to nest God the ' s throne lark up on -spring high , ing , Pouring To shame his lavish our feeble minstrelsy earthly singing .

    Hark ! God ' s horologe is striking—Each tiny form of loveliness ,

    Starts Each insect into life frail to , bless each perfumed the Power flower , That And willed dies in its quiet being thankfulness for an hour , .

    Hark Shall ! God man ' s alone horologe refuse is striking to hear ? ,

    _Forget Still grovel his little in life sh ' s are miry of ways praise , , Nor track a Father's footsteps near ?

    God ' s horologe will strike once more ;

    " It When may conscience be in the dead has put of ni out ght her , light , And loving beacon-fires are o ' er .

    God Canst ' s horologe thou look will strike in His for thee ! ? up pure eyes

    Hop ' st thou to hear his cry , " Well done ? " Is That thy bri waits ght thee crown now of victory in Paradise won , ?

    E . G . H .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1860, page 241, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061860/page/25/