Classic Poem

SPIRIT Divine ! Eternal, holy Dove!
These sacred fruits are thine — peace, joy, and love,
Even peace with heaven, and peace on earth; a joy
Earth cannot give, nor, leagued with hell, destroy.
Love! 'tis the love Thy presence sheds abroad
In hearts renew'd, the love supreme of God;
Long-suffering , when assailed by wrong or scorn;
Calm gentleness , though tried and spirit worn;
True goodness , flowing from its source Divine;
And faith that whispers, Saviour, Thou art mine!
Mild tranquil meekness , with her lowly grace;
And temperance , ruling measure, mood, and place,
In words, in deeds, in meats, in drinks, in all,
In every phase of life her warning call
Observ'd, obey'd; 'gainst such no law is found,
With heaven-born graces richly robed and crown'd.
Spirit of God! o'er the dark waters move,
That 'whelm our souls, where light, nor life, nor love,
Stir the dull chaos: come with life and power,
Creating light, and beauty, fruit, and flower!