Maxioms by John Keble
In silence, . . .
Steals on soft-handed Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
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In silence, . . .
Steals on soft-handed Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
By time and place,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,
But finds her grace.
And taught by thee the Church prolongs
Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.
And taught by thee the Church prolongs
Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his Christ-like chain;
No fear lest he read more
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his Christ-like chain;
No fear lest he should swerve or faint;
"His life is Christ, his death is gain."
