THE HERMIT'S PRAYEK.
Mute conference with the mighty hills, The darksome woods, the mam, I hold, and God, my Father, fills My soul with strength again. One passing moment I was weak; Oh, G-od, again I turn ; The nobler, truer life I seek — For deathless love I yearn. Departing irom the ways of men. By desert paths I fare;* I worship Tkee by gorge and glen, And find my guerdon there. The life that maketh sigh nor sound, The deeper life be mine, That breatheth to the world around A something deep, divine; Mute conference with the seers of old, • And with the bards sublime! Oh, God, transmute my dross to gold In thine own glorious time. ■ — Charles Oscab Palmes. Wellington, Januaiy 3.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2653, 18 January 1905, Page 63
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123THE HERMIT'S PRAYEK. Otago Witness, Issue 2653, 18 January 1905, Page 63
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