MORNING

I rise, and yield my claspèd hands to Thee.

Henceforth the darkness hath no part in me,

Thy sacrifice this day;

Abiding firm, and with a freeman’s might

Stemming the waves of passion in the fight.

Ah! should I from Thee stray,

My hoary head, Thy table where I bow,

Will be my shame, which are mine honour now.

Thus I set out;—Lord, lead me on my way!

And then, after “the burden of the day, and the heat,” we find him looking back when he comes to the