...voice is saying to me, " Physician, heal thyself!" I, too, am conscious of want of faith. " I stietch lame hands of faith, and grope And gather dust and...Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.'' And yet, I am sure that "nothing walks with aimless feet " — that even what seems to us the mere...

...of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, •• I str tch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope." Yes, this " faint trust " is all the support which can be given by either natural sentiment or natural...

...weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, " I str Irh lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope." Yes, this " faint trust " is all the support which can he given by either natural sentiment or natural...

...with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LV. " So careful of the type "? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand...

...with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. " So careful of the type "? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries 'a thousand types...

...falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 243. T7OR all thy servants, Lord, -*- Who strove in thee to live, Who followed thee, obeyed, adored,...

...God, ') I stretch lame hands of faith, an<^ grope, ; And gather dust and chaff, and call , To \\hat I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hop.e. " So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types...

...falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather...Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI. 0 careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types...

...soul reposes as if on a rock. How nobly and how philosophically does Tennyson sketch the conflict. ' " So careful of the type." But, no. From scarped cliff, and quarried stone She cries, u A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. ' " Thou makest thine appoal to me...

...great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to Oiod, " I stretch lame hands of failh, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope." (liv.) Ah, it were well if something like the poet's modesty characterised the prevailing sentimentalism...