...type she seems, So careless of the single life ; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meanin" in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear. [ faltp.r wnere I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs...

...himself. Do I mistake when I make its concluding lines a fit sequel for this cry in " In Memoriam" ? 11 1 falter where I firmly trod. And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar stairs . That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather...

...of the same mystery which tortured the ancient patriarch, thus describes his faith in doubt : — " I falter where I firmly trod. And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world'* altar-stairs. That slope through darkness np to God, " I stretch lame hands of faith and grope....

...Paul here says, you are " feeling after him," you grope timidly, as our Poet-Laureate well puts it — "I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the world's great altar stairs, That slope through darkness up to God, " I stretch lame hands of faith,...

...Saviour's dceds And finding that of fifty creeds None do my Father's signet bear I falter whero I feebly trod And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar stairs That elope through darkness up to God I streteh lame hands of faith, and grop* And gather...

...careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds. And finding that of fifty...cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and...

...careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty...weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...

...from the resources of his Reason, may soon read in his own Soul the truth of the Poet's words : — " I falter where I firmly trod, And, falling with my...stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dnst and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of All, And faintly trust the larger hope." But the...

...meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty sreds She often brings but one to boar, I falter where 1 firmly trod. And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and...

...Him." (Job xxii. 8.) So it will always be in approaching God in our present fallen state. " I stumble where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the world's great altar stairs, That lead through darkness up to God." But these are only the approaches...