Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns. III. By cool Siloams shady rillReginald Heber (17831826)
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How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
Of man’s maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,
And stormy passions rage!
Within Thy Father’s shrine!
Whose years, with changeless virtue crown’d,
Were all alike Divine,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own!