Bound by strong hands and sure, with fingers deft, Unknowing hands, that moved but to obey Untoward commands; of human hope bereft— Relentless lions waiting for their prey— Yet was no tremor refuged in his eye, No faltering footstep failed the chosen path, No backward glance—as one about to die— No vain regrets; no bitterness or wrath. With steadfast faith and gentle thoughts of love, Must he have met, perchance, the lowering rope; These could not shake his trust in God, nor move A purpose full of courage as of hope! Thus Truth and Love shut fast the mouth of rage, And Mind was glorified on Scripture's page.
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