Caroline Fry Poems

'Humility,' said Lena, as she drew
A well-worn glove upon her sun-burnt hand,
'Is the best ornament a Christian knows.
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I KNEW a stream,'twas yonder, where,
Now bleak and bare,
There was a covert once of such fair green
Upon its margin seen,
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FORSAKEN, desolate,Ah! where is he,
The God Eternal, whom our fathers served?
A God whose name his children vainly boast,
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Why is my soul with weariness oppress'd,
Whence is this load so heavy on my breast?
Why is the tear so often on my cheek,
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ACROSS a trackless sea,
I saw the vessel glide,
The pale moon's tranquil beam
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Still as I watch'd the evening close,
In azure blue the pale moon rose;
No sullen mist obscur'd her ray,
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You ask me why I bend the knee
In attitude of prayer,
If I believe myself ordain'd
Eternal glory's heir
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SISTER of Faith and Charity,
Where there are only three;
Fit habitant of heaven, yet content,
On pity's errand bent,
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THROUGH the long night of watchfulness and pain,
Where shall the worn and wearied spirit rest?
Who listens in the midnight's lonely hour
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THROUGH the long night of watchfulness and pain,
Where shall the worn and wearied spirit rest?
Who listens in the midnight's lonely hour
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