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Poem
March 12, 1824
Rhode Island American
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
Devotional poem by Mr. Bowring expressing trust in God's wise will amid fears, darkness, and lost joys, finding light in divine love and brighter joys ahead.
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BY MR. BOWRING.
"O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will:
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery,
I cannot, Lord! Thy purpose see;
Yet all is well-since ruled by Thee.
When mounted on thy clouded car,
Thou send'st thy darker spirits down;
I can discern thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown;
And, should I faint a moment—then
I think of Thee—and smile again.
So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on:
What tho' some cherish'd joys are fled!
What tho' some flattering dreams are gone!
Yet purer, brighter joys remain:
Why should my spirit, then, complain?"
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BY MR. BOWRING.
"O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will:
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery,
I cannot, Lord! Thy purpose see;
Yet all is well-since ruled by Thee.
When mounted on thy clouded car,
Thou send'st thy darker spirits down;
I can discern thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown;
And, should I faint a moment—then
I think of Thee—and smile again.
So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on:
What tho' some cherish'd joys are fled!
What tho' some flattering dreams are gone!
Yet purer, brighter joys remain:
Why should my spirit, then, complain?"
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Religious Faith
Trust In God
Devotional Verse
Divine Will
Spiritual Comfort
What entities or persons were involved?
Mr. Bowring
Poem Details
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Author
Mr. Bowring
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O Let My Trembling Soul Be Still,
Yet All Is Well Since Ruled By Thee.
I Think Of Thee—And Smile Again.
Yet Purer, Brighter Joys Remain:
Why Should My Spirit, Then, Complain?