596 JAMES CLERK MAXWELL. 



VIII. 



Yet if, led by shadows fair 



I have uttered words of folly, 

 Let the kind absorbing air 



Stifle every sound unholy. 



So when Saints with Angels lowly 

 Join in heaven's unceasing prayer, 



Mine as certainly, though slowly, 

 May ascend and mingle there. 



Two stanzas omitted, the Author knoivs ^vhere ) but not 

 to be inserted till he knows how. 



Teach me so Thy works to read 



That my faith, new strength accruing, 

 May from world to world proceed, 



Wisdom's fruitful search pursuing ; 



Till, thy truth my mind imbuing, 

 I proclaim the Eternal Creed, 



Oft the glorious theme renewing 

 God our Lord is God indeed. 



Give me love aright to trace 



Thine to everything created, 

 Preaching to a ransomed race 



By Thy mercy renovated, 



Till with all thy fulness sated 

 I behold thee face to face 



And with Ardour unabated 

 Sing the glories of thy grace. 



(ON ST. DAVID'S DAY. 1 To MKS. E. C. MORRIESON.) 



1st March 1854. 



'TWAS not chance but deep design, 

 Tho' of whom I can't divine 

 Made the courtly Valentine 



(Corpulent saint and bishop) 



1 See p. 207. 



