109. The Gift of Tongues

ONCE cast with men of language strange
    And foreign-moulded creed,
I mark'd their random converse change,
    And sacred themes succeed.

Oh, how I coveted the gift
    To thread their mingled throng
Of sounds, then high my witness lift!
    But weakness chain'd my tongue.

Lord! has our dearth of faith and prayer
    Lost us this power once given,
Or is it sent at seasons rare
    And then flits back to heaven?

At Sea
June 24, 1833.

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