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XXIX.

Will do: shall know: I feel the force,

The fullness of the word;

His

holy boldness held its course, Claiming divine accord.

What if, as yet, I have never seen

The true face of the Man!

The

named notion may have been A likeness vague and wan;

A thing of such unblended hues

As, on his chamber wall,

The

humble peasant gladly views, And Jesus Christ doth call.

The

story I did never scan
With vision calm and strong;

Have never tried to see the Man,

The many words among.

Pictures there are that do not please

With any sweet surprise,

But

gain the heart by slow degrees Until they feast the eyes;

And

if I ponder what they call The gospel of God's grace,

Through mists that slowly melt and fall

May dawn a human face.

What face? Oh, heart-uplifting thought,

That face may dawn on me

Which Moses on the mountain sought,

God would not let him see!

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