The balance of pain : and other poems . ok the dust within His human shape He formd the grains of sand,In His own image wrought the humble breath Divine He %varmd it for lifes dust awoke ! it lived, it spoke, it moved,It learnt ambition—struggled, strove, and— pure, by sin becoming marrd,Discordant passions in its members warrd;Earth clung to earth, while impulses DivineYearning to soar, held down, would restless pine;And so the (juickend dust, distrest, in feverd living knewno rest; The Father lookd with pity on the noted all the care and pain

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The balance of pain : and other poems . ok the dust within His human shape He formd the grains of sand,In His own image wrought the humble breath Divine He %varmd it for lifes dust awoke ! it lived, it spoke, it moved,It learnt ambition—struggled, strove, and— pure, by sin becoming marrd,Discordant passions in its members warrd;Earth clung to earth, while impulses DivineYearning to soar, held down, would restless pine;And so the (juickend dust, distrest, in feverd living knewno rest; The Father lookd with pity on the noted all the care and pain of life, 78 THE QUIET DUST. And sending Death with tender heaUng powersCut short the span of the long bid the soul, untrammelld, soar on high,xd quit its prison frame with weary sigh;He drew the breath from out the tired on its mothers breast again it lay;And life returnd to Life, with ransom paid,And earth to earth in peacefulness was laid—And so the quiet dust was blest—in quietness once moreat 79

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