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Rousing in me this vague desire of good。
Thou art more to me than my desires' whole brood；
Thou art the only person； and I cry
Unto the father I of this my I。
15。
Thou who inspirest prayer； then bend'st thine ear；
It； crying with love's grand respect to hear！
I cannot give myself to thee aright
With the triumphant uttermost of gift；
That cannot be till I am full of light
To perfect deed a perfect will must lift：
Inspire； possess； compel me； first of every might。
16。
I do not wonder men can ill believe
Who make poor claims upon thee； perfect Lord；
Then most I trust when most I would receive。
I wonder not that such do pray and grieve
The God they think； to be God is not fit。
Then only in thy glory I seem to sit；
When my heart claims from thine an infinite accord。
17。
More life I need ere I myself can be。
Sometimes； when the eternal tide ebbs low；
A moment weary of my life I grow
Weary of my existence' self； I mean；
Not of its plodding； not its wind and snow
Then to thy knee trusting I turn； and lean：
Thou will'st I live； and I do will with thee。
18。
Dost thou mean sometimes that we should forget thee；
Dropping the veil of things 'twixt thee and us？
Ah； not that we should lose thee and regret thee！
But that； we turning from our windows thus；
The frost…fixed God should vanish from the pane；
Sun…melted； and a moment； Father； let thee
Look like thyself straight into heart and brain。
19。
For sometimes when I am busy among men；
With heart and brain an open thoroughfare
For faces； words； and thoughts other than mine；
And a pause comes at lengthoh； sudden then；
Back throbs the tide with rush exultant rare；
And for a gentle moment I divine
Thy dawning presence flush my tremulous air。
20。
If I have to forget thee； do thou see
It be a good； not bad forgetfulness；
That all its mellow； truthful air be free
》From dusty noes； and soft with many a yes；
That as thy breath my life； my life may be
Man's breath。 So when thou com'st at hour unknown；
Thou shalt find nothing in me but thine own。
21。
Thou being in me； in my deepest me；
Through all the time I do not think of thee；
Shall I not grow at last so true within
As to forget thee and yet never sin？
Shall I not walk the loud world's busy way；
Yet in thy palace…porch sit all the day？
Not conscious think of thee； yet never from thee stray？
22。
Forget！Oh； must it be？Would it were rather
That every sense was so filled with my father
That not in anything could I forget him；
But deepest； highest must in all things set him！
Yet if thou think in me； God； what great matter
Though my poor thought to former break and latter
As now my best thoughts； break； before thee foiled； and scatter！
23。
Some way there must be of my not forgetting；
And thither thou art leading me； my God。
The child that； weary of his mother's petting；
Runs out the moment that his feet are shod；
May see her face in every flower he sees；
And she； although beyond the window sitting；
Be nearer him than when he sat upon her knees。
24。
What if； when I at last； at the long last；
Shall see thy face； my Lord； my life's delight；
It should not be the face that hath been glassed
In poor imagination's mirror slight！
Will my soul sink； and shall I stand aghast；
Beggared of hope； my heart a conscious blight；
Amazed and lostdeath's bitterness come and not passed？
25。
Ah； no！ for from thy heart the love will press；
And shining from thy perfect human face；
Will sink into me like the father's kiss；
And deepening wide the gulf of consciousness
Beyond imagination's lowest abyss；
Will； with the potency of creative grace；
Lord it throughout the larger thinking place。
26。
Thus God…possessed； new born； ah； not for long
Should I the sight behold； beatified；
Know it creating in me； feel the throng
Of speechless hopes out…throbbing like a tide；
And my heart rushing； borne aloft the flood；
To offer at his feet its living blood
Ere； glory…hid； the other face I spied。
27。
For out imagination is； in small；
And with the making…difference that must be；
Mirror of God's creating mirror； all
That shows itself therein； that formeth he；
And there is Christ； no bodiless vanity；
Though； face to face； the mighty perfectness
With glory blurs the dim…reflected less。
28。
I clasp thy feet； O father of the living！
Thou wilt not let my fluttering hopes be more；
Or lovelier； or greater； than thy giving！
Surely thy ships will bring to my poor shore；
Of gold and peacocks such a shining store
As will laugh all the dreams to holy scorn；
Of love and sorrow that were ever born。
29。
Sometimes it seems pure natural to trust；
And trust right largely； grandly； infinitely；
Daring the splendour of the giver's part；
At other times； the whole earth is but dust；
The sky is dust； yea； dust the human heart；
Then art thou nowhere； there is no room for thee
In the great dust…heap of eternity。
30。
But why should it be possible to mistrust
Nor possible only； but its opposite hard？
Why should not man believe because he must
By sight's compulsion？ Why should he be scarred
With conflict？ worn with doubting fine and long？
No man is fit for heaven's musician throng
Who has not tuned an instrument all shook and jarred。
31。
Therefore； O Lord； when all things common seem；
When all is dust； and self the centre clod；
When grandeur is a hopeless； foolish dream；
And anxious care more reasonable than God；
Out of the ashes I will call to thee
In spite of dead distrust call earnestly：
Oh thou who livest； call； then answer dying me。
SEPTEMBER。
1。
WE are a shadow and a shining； we！
One moment nothing seems but what we see；
Nor aught to rule but common circumstance
Nought is to seek but praise； to shun but chance；
A moment more； and God is all in all；
And not a sparrow from its nest can fall
But from the ground its chirp goes up into his hall。
2。
I know at least which is the better mood。
When on a heap of cares I sit and brood；
Like Job upon his ashes； sorely vext；
I feel a lower thing than when I stood
The world's true heir； fearless as； on its stalk；
A lily meeting Jesus in his walk：
I am not all moodI can judge betwixt。
3。
Such differing moods can scarce to one belong；
Shall the same fountain sweet and bitter yield？
Shall what bore late the dust…mood； think and brood
Till it bring forth the great believing mood？
Or that which bore the grand mood； bald and peeled；
Sit down to croon the shabby sensual song；
To hug itself； and sink from wrong to meaner wrong？
4。
In the low mood； the mere man acts alone；
Moved by impulses which； if from within；
Yet far outside the centre man begin；
But in the grand mood； every softest tone
Comes from the living God at very heart
》From thee who infinite core of being art；
Thee who didst call our names ere ever we could sin。
5。
There is a coward sparing in the heart；
Offspring of penury and low…born fear：
Prayer must take heed nor overdo its part；
Asking too much of him with open ear！
Sinners must wait； not seek the very best；
Cry out for peace； and be of middling cheer：
False heart！ thou cheatest God； and dost thy life molest。
6。
Thou hungerest not； thou thirstest not enough。
Thou art a temporizing thing； mean heart。
Down…drawn； thou pick'st up straws and wretched stuff；
Stooping as if the world's floor were the chart
Of the long way thy lazy feet must tread。
Thou dreamest of the crown hung o'er thy head
But that is safethou gatherest hairs and fluff！
7。
Man's highest action is to reach up higher；
Stir up himself to take hold of his sire。
Then best I love you； dearest； when I go
And cry to love's life I may love you so
As to content the yearning； making love；
That perfects strength divine in weakness' fire；
And from the broken pots calls out the silver dove。
8。
Poor am I； God knows； poor as withered leaf；
Poorer or richer than； I dare not ask。
To love aright； for me were hopeless task；
Eternities too high to comprehend。
But shall I tear my heart in hopeless grief；
Or rise and climb； and run and kneel； and bend；
And drink the primal loveso love in chief？
9。
Then love shall wake and be its own high life。
Then shall I know 'tis I that love indeed
Ready； without a moment's questioning strife；
To be forgot； like bursting water…bead；
For the high good of the eternal dear；
All hope； all claim； resting； with spirit clear；
Upon the living love that every love doth breed。
10。
Ever seem to fail in utterance。
Sometimes amid the swift melodious dance
Of fluttering wordsas if it had not been；
The thought has melted； vanished into night；
Sometimes I say a thing I did not mean；
And lo！ 'tis better； by thy ordered chance；
Than what eluded me； floating too feathery light。
11。
If thou wouldst have me speak； Lord； give me speech。
So many cries are uttered now…a…days；
That scarce a song； however clear and true；
Will thread the jostling tumult safe； and reach
The ears of men buz…filled with poor denays：
Barb thou my words with light； make my song new；
And men will hear； or when I sing or preach。
12。
Can anything go wrong with me？ I ask
And the same moment； at a sudden pain；