Janet Hamilton Poems
The Fruits Of The Spirit
Spirit Divine! Eternal! Holy Dove!
These sacred fruits are thine,-peace, joy, and love,
Even peace with heaven, and peace on earth; a joy
Earth cannot give, nor, leagued with hell, destroy.
Love! 'tis the love thy presence sheds abroad
In hearts renew'd, the love supreme of God;
Long-suffering, when assailed by wrong or scorn;
Calm gentleness, though tried and spirit-worn;
, flowing from its source Divine;
And faith, that whispers, Saviour, Thou art mine!
Mild tranquil meekness, with her lowly grace;
And temperance, ruling measure, mood, ...
Sweet Pet! such pets are far and few-
A flow'ret balmed with spirit dew-
With beauteous tints of heavenly hue-
A lovely soul, bright, fond, and true,
The poet's pet and pearl.
Descending from her native skies,
Alas! how soon again to rise
An angel in an infant's guise,
She stormed all hearts with sweet surprise-