I. TILL, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, STILL, When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. 2. As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, So in this stillness, thou beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast. 3. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, 4. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, 1812 EXPECTANT of my Lord's command, Some work by which my heart may Till he my work appoint, I wait,— Some work with which my powers may mate Divinely suited to my hand, 2. Some work by which my soul may grow 5. prove On whom her steadfast wishes rest, Her deep sincerity of love, 4. Some work whose end shall make my days Nor useless nor ignoble glide, A work whose influence shall abide, Redounding to the Master's praise. O Master, I would yield to thee Their wealth of waters to the sea. WILLIAM TIDD MATSON, 1833 |