100. Vexations

Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears Knows his own woe, and need of succouring — — grace;
The martyr's hope half wipes away the trace
Of flowing blood; the while life's humblest cares
Smart more, because they hold in Holy Writ no — — place.

This be my comfort, in these days of grief,
Which is not Christ's, nor forms heroic — — tale.
Apart from Him, if not a sparrow fail,
May not He pitying view, and send relief
When foes or friends perplex, and peevish thoughts — — prevail?

Then keep good heart, nor take the niggard — — course Of Thomas, who must see ere he would trust.
Faith will fill up God's word, not poorly just
To the bare letter, heedless of its force,
But walking by its light amid earth's sun and dust.

Off Sardinia.
June 21, 1833.