TO SAMUEL E. SEWALL AND HARRIET W. SEWALL, OF MELROSE. OLOR IScanus queries: "Why should we IN WAR TIME. THY WILL BE DONE. WE see not, know not; all our way The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, We take with solemn thankfulness Though dim as yet in tint and line, We trace Thy picture's wise design, And thank Thee that our age supplies Its dark relief of sacrifice. Thy will be done! And if, in our unworthiness, Our feet are seamed with crimson scars, If, for the age to come, this hour Strike, Thou the Master, we Thy keys, A WORD FOR THE HOUR. THE firmament breaks up. In black eclipse Luridly glaring through the smoke of war, As in the dream of the Apocalypse, Drags others down. Let us not weakly weep Or, on the other, yield eternal right, Frame lies of law, and good and ill confound? They break the links of Union: shall we light |