Eliza Scudder Poems

I cannot find Thee! still on restless pinion
My spirit beats the void where Thou dost dwell:
I wander lost through all thy vast dominion,
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Thou Grace Divine, encircling all,
A soundless, shoreless sea!
Wherein at last our souls must fall,
O Love of God most free!
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Thou Grace Divine, encircling all,
A shoreless, soundless sea,
Wherein at last our souls must fall,
O Love of God most free!
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Thou long disowned, reviled, oppressed,
Strange friend of human kind,
Seeking through weary years a rest
Within our hearts to find; -
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AS doth his heart who travels far from home
Leap up whenever he by chance doth see
One from his mother-country lately come,
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