'"
The lines had a strange charm to one who had lived in darkness through
so many revolving years. Mr. Belamour eagerly thanked his friend, and
on the offer to lend him the book, begged that it might be ordered for
him, and that any other new and interesting work might be sent to him
that was suitable to the fair lips on which he was dependent.
"You are secure with Mr. Thomson," said the Doctor. "Hear the
conclusion of his final hymn."
"'When even at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there with new powers
Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go
Where Universal Love not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns,
From seeming evil still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in Him, in Light ineffable;
Come then expressive Silence, mine the praise.'"
"'Universal Love!'" repeated Mr. Belamour; "the poet sings as you
do, my amiable friend! I can conceive the idea better than I could
a few months ago."
"'From seeming evil, still educing good,'"
quoted Dr.
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