GEEMAIfDEE SPEEDWELL. 



" Speedwell, though the tempests blow 

 Charged with misery and woe, 

 O'er the meek and lowly soid 

 Scathless Heaven's dread thunders roll^. 



" And, amid earth's care and pain, 

 Peace shall in thy bosom reign — 

 Peace from that clear fountain flowing 

 Where the Tree of Life is growing *'. 



" Speedwell thus, for One is nigh — 

 Though unseen by mortal eye — 

 Thee to prosper, thee to bless. 

 As thou to the goal wouldst press ■*. 



"And thy soul, e'en here below, 

 Somewhat of Heaven's joy may know,— 

 Somewhat of that glory share 

 Which the saints triumphant wear." 



^ Ps. xci. 7 



^ Rev. xxii. I, 2. 



J Phil. iii. 13, 14. 



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