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Than thy design of metherefore incline
My heart to take men's wrongs as thou tak'st mine。

19。

Lord; in thy spirit's hurricane; I pray;
Strip my soul nakeddress it then thy way。
Change for me all my rags to cloth of gold。
Who would not poverty for riches yield?
A hovel sell to buy a treasure…field?
Who would a mess of porridge careful hold
Against the universe's birthright old?

20。

Help me to yield my will; in labour even;
Nor toil on toil; greedy of doing; heap
Fretting I cannot more than me is given;
That with the finest clay my wheel runs slow;
Nor lets the lovely thing the shapely grow;
That memory what thought gives it cannot keep;
And nightly rimes ere morn like cistus…petals go。

21。

'Tisshall thy will be done for me?or mine;
And I be made a thing not after thine
My own; and dear in paltriest details?
Shall I be born of God; or of mere man?
Be made like Christ; or on some other plan?
I let all run:set thou and trim my sails;
Home then my course; let blow whatever gales。

22。

With thee on board; each sailor is a king
Nor I mere captain of my vessel then;
But heir of earth and heaven; eternal child;
Daring all truth; nor fearing anything;
Mighty in love; the servant of all men;
Resenting nothing; taking rage and blare
Into the Godlike silence of a loving care。

23。

I cannot see; my God; a reason why
》From morn to night I go not gladsome free;
For; if thou art what my soul thinketh thee;
There is no burden but should lightly lie;
No duty but a joy at heart must be:
Love's perfect will can be nor sore nor small;
For God is lightin him no darkness is at all。

24。

'Tis something thus to think; and half to trust
But; ah! my very heart; God…born; should lie
Spread to the light; clean; clear of mire and rust;
And like a sponge drink the divine sunbeams。
What resolution then; strong; swift; and high!
What pure devotion; or to live or die!
And in my sleep; what true; what perfect dreams!

25。

There is a misty twilight of the soul;
A sickly eclipse; low brooding o'er a man;
When the poor brain is as an empty bowl;
And the thought…spirit; weariful and wan;
Turning from that which yet it loves the best;
Sinks moveless; with life…poverty opprest:
Watch then; O Lord; thy feebly glimmering coal。

26。

I cannot think; in me is but a void;
I have felt much; and want to feel no more;
My soul is hungry for some poorer fare
Some earthly nectar; gold not unalloyed:
The little child that's happy to the core;
Will leave his mother's lap; run down the stair;
Play with the servantsis his mother annoyed?

27。

I would not have it so。 Weary and worn;
Why not to thee run straight; and be at rest?
Motherward; with toy new; or garment torn;
The child that late forsook her changeless breast;
Runs to home's heart; the heaven that's heavenliest:
In joy or sorrow; feebleness or might;
Peace or commotion; be thou; Father; my delight。

28。

The thing I would say; still comes forth with doubt
And difference:is it that thou shap'st my ends?
Or is it only the necessity
Of stubborn words; that shift sluggish about;
Warping my thought as it the sentence bends?
Have thou a part in it; O Lord; and I
Shall say a truth; if not the thing I try。

29。

Gather my broken fragments to a whole;
As these four quarters make a shining day。
Into thy basket; for my golden bowl;
Take up the things that I have cast away
In vice or indolence or unwise play。
Let mine be a merry; all…receiving heart;
But make it a whole; with light in every part。





MARCH。

1。

THE song birds that come to me night and morn;
Fly oft away and vanish if I sleep;
Nor to my fowling…net will one return:
Is the thing ever ours we cannot keep?
But their souls go not out into the deep。
What matter if with changed song they come back?
Old strength nor yet fresh beauty shall they lack。

2。

Gloriously wasteful; O my Lord; art thou!
Sunset faints after sunset into the night;
Splendorously dying from thy window…sill
For ever。 Sad our poverty doth bow
Before the riches of thy making might:
Sweep from thy space thy systems at thy will
In thee the sun sets every sunset still。

3。

And in the perfect time; O perfect God;
When we are in our home; our natal home;
When joy shall carry every sacred load;
And from its life and peace no heart shall roam;
What if thou make us able to make like thee
To light with moons; to clothe with greenery;
To hang gold sunsets o'er a rose and purple sea!

4。

Then to his neighbour one may call out; 〃Come!
Brother; come hitherI would show you a thing;〃
And lo; a vision of his imagining;
Informed of thought which else had rested dumb;
Before the neighbour's truth…delighted eyes;
In the great 鎡her of existence rise;
And two hearts each to each the closer cling!

5。

We make; but thou art the creating core。
Whatever thing I dream; invent; or feel;
Thou art the heart of it; the atmosphere。
Thou art inside all love man ever bore;
Yea; the love itself; whatever thing be dear。
Man calls his dog; he follows at his heel;
Because thou first art love; self…caused; essential; mere。

6。

This day be with me; Lord; when I go forth;
Be nearer to me than I am able to ask。
In merriment; in converse; or in task;
Walking the street; listening to men of worth;
Or greeting such as only talk and bask;
Be thy thought still my waiting soul around;
And if He come; I shall be watching found。

7。

What if; writing; I always seem to leave
Some better thing; or better way; behind;
Why should I therefore fret at all; or grieve!
The worse I drop; that I the better find;
The best is only in thy perfect mind。
Fallen threads I will not search forI will weave。
Who makes the mill…wheel backward strike to grind!

8。

Be with me; Lord。 Keep me beyond all prayers:
For more than all my prayers my need of thee;
And thou beyond all need; all unknown cares;
What the heart's dear imagination dares;
Thou dost transcend in measureless majesty
All prayers in onemy God; be unto me
Thy own eternal self; absolutely。

9。

Where should the unknown treasures of the truth
Lie; but there whence the truth comes out the most
In the Son of man; folded in love and ruth?
Fair shore we see; fair ocean; but behind
Lie infinite reaches bathing many a coast
The human thought of the eternal mind;
Pulsed by a living tide; blown by a living wind。

10。

Thou; healthful Father; art the Ancient of Days;
And Jesus is the eternal youth of thee。
Our old age is the scorching of the bush
By life's indwelling; incorruptible blaze。
O Life; burn at this feeble shell of me;
Till I the sore singed garment off shall push;
Flap out my Psyche wings; and to thee rush。

11。

But shall I then rush to thee like a dart?
Or lie long hours 鎜nian yet betwixt
This hunger in me; and the Father's heart?
It shall be good; how ever; and not ill;
Of things and thoughts even now thou art my next;
Sole neighbour; and no space between; thou art
And yet art drawing nearer; nearer still。

12。

Therefore; my brothers; therefore; sisters dear;
However I; troubled or selfish; fail
In tenderness; or grace; or service clear;
I every moment draw to you more near;
God in us from our hearts veil after veil
Keeps lifting; till we see with his own sight;
And all together run in unity's delight。

13。

I love thee; Lord; for very greed of love
Not of the precious streams that towards me move;
But of the indwelling; outgoing; fountain store。
Than mine; oh; many an ignorant heart loves more!
Therefore the more; with Mary at thy feet;
I must sit worshippingthat; in my core;
Thy words may fan to a flame the low primeval heat。

14。

Oh my beloved; gone to heaven from me!
I would be rich in love to heap you with love;
I long to love you; sweet ones; perfectly
Like God; who sees no spanning vault above;
No earth below; and feels no circling air
Infinitely; no boundary anywhere。
I am a beast until I love as God doth love。

15。

Ah; say not; 'tis but perfect self I want
But if it were; that self is fit to live
Whose perfectness is still itself to scant;
Which never longs to have; but still to give。
A self I must have; or not be at all:
Love; 

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