350. C. M. M. W. Hale. The Pure Heart. 1 Whatever dims thy sense of truth, Or stains thy purity, Though light as breath of summer air Count it as sin to thee. 2 Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts From every blemish free, While the Redeemer's lowly faith Its temple makes with thee. 3 And pray of God, that grace be given To tread time's narrow way: -- How dark soever it may be, It leads to cloudless day.
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