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Show JUDGE NOT, '. ' Judje not: His workings of tils brain. -:-And of hi heart thou canst not we; ' Witt looks to thy dim yw a stain, In God's purs light ma only be A scar, brought from some well won field, Where thou wouldst only faint and yield. The look. Hie air, that frets thy sight Mar lie a token that below The soul has closed1 in deadly fight With somo Infernal fiery foe, Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace, And cast thee shuddering on thy face ! The fall thon darest to despise. May be the angel's slackened hand Hs suffered it, that he may rise And take a firmer, surer stand; Or, trusting less to earthly things, May henceforth learn to use his wings. And judge none lost, but wait and see, With hopeful pity, not disdain; The depth of the abyss may be The measure of the height of pain Aod love and glory that may raise This soul to God in after days Every Other Saturday. |