Providence: The Guardian Of Our Weakness
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Providence: The Guardian Of Our Weakness [1]
That image in Lowell's poem of 'The Changeling' fascinates me. It is so much what I am and ever wish to be.
'I feel as weak as a violet Alone 'neath the awful sky.'
Unable to defend myself and apparently undefended, yet guarded by omnipotent love, I would fain pour out a perfume of praise to the Great Invisible who watches over me, and would feel that under the care of Providence I may claim the sweetness of the poet's next stanza.
'As weak, yet as trustful also; For the whole year long I see All the wonders of faithful nature Still worked for the love of me. Winds wander and dews drip earthward, - Rains fall, suns rise and set, Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet.'
