- Poem: SUSPENSE.
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O'ER oceans, lands, bend down, O God to-day,
And as we ask,
Shield with Thy wings the many, far away;
Soothe those who watch and wait and do each task
With brave hands working, while their brave lips pray.
'Tis but a little world, O God, to Thee,
Who rulest all!
'Tis such a little way earth-sight may see
The dusk-times fall.
Across each hour, perchance--we dare not face
Such shades alone--unstrengthened! Send us Grace.