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Lived under all our laws； yet always prayed
So walked the water when the storm was highest。
Law is Thy father's； thou hast it obeyed；
And it thereby subject to thee hast made
To rule it； master； for thy brethren's sakes：
Well may he guide the law by whom law's maker makes。
22。
Death haunts our souls with dissolution's strife；
Soaks them with unrest； makes our every breath
A throe； not action； from God's purest gift
Wipes off the bloom； and on the harp of faith
Its fretted strings doth slacken still and shift：
Life everywhere； perfect； and always life；
Is sole redemption from this haunting death。
23。
God； thou from death dost lift me。 As I rise；
Its Lethe from my garment drips and flows。
Ere long I shall be safe in upper air；
With thee； my lifewith thee； my answered prayer
Where thou art God in every wind that blows；
And self alone； and ever； softly dies；
There shall my being blossom； and I know it fair。
24。
I would dig； Master； in no field but thine；
Would build my house only upon thy rock；
Yet am but a dull day； with a sea…sheen！
Why should I wonder then that they should mock；
Who； in the limbo of things heard and seen；
Hither and thither blowing； lose the shine
Of every light that hangs in the firmament divine。
25。
Lord； loosen in me the hold of visible things；
Help me to walk by faith and not by sight；
I would； through thickest veils and coverings；
See into the chambers of the living light。
Lord； in the land of things that swell and seem；
Help me to walk by the other light supreme；
Which shows thy facts behind man's vaguely hinting dream。
26。
I see a little child whose eager hands
Search the thick stream that drains the crowded street
For possible things hid in its current slow。
Near by； behind him； a great palace stands；
Where kings might welcome nobles to their feet。
Soft sounds； sweet scents； fair sights there only go
There the child's father lives； but the child does not know。
27。
On； eager； hungry； busy…seeking child；
Rise up； turn round； run in； run up the stair。
Far in a chamber from rude noise exiled；
Thy father sits； pondering how thou dost fare。
The mighty man will clasp thee to his breast：
Will kiss thee； stroke the tangles of thy hair；
And lap thee warm in fold on fold of lovely rest。
28。
The prince of this world came； and nothing found
In thee； O master； but； ah； woe is me！
He cannot pass me； on other business bound；
But； spying in me things familiar； he
Casts over me the shadow of his flight；
And straight I moan in darknessand the fight
Begins afresh betwixt the world and thee。
29。
In my own heart； O master； in my thought；
Betwixt the woolly sheep and hairy goat
Not clearly I distinguish； but I think
Thou knowest that I fight upon thy side。
The how I am ashamed of； for I shrink
》From many a blowam borne on the battle…tide；
When I should rush to the front； and take thy foe by the throat。
30。
The enemy still hath many things in me；
Yea； many an evil nest with open hole
Gapes out to him； at which he enters free。
But； like the impact of a burning coal；
His presence mere straight rouses the garrison；
And all are up in arms； and down on knee；
Fighting and praying till the foe is gone。
OCTOBER。
1。
REMEMBER； Lord； thou hast not made me good。
Or if thou didst； it was so long ago
I have forgottenand never understood；
I humbly think。 At best it was a crude；
A rough…hewn goodness； that did need this woe；
This sin； these harms of all kinds fierce and rude；
To shape it out； making it live and grow。
2。
But thou art making me； I thank thee； sire。
What thou hast done and doest thou know'st well；
And I will help thee：gently in thy fire
I will lie burning； on thy potter's…wheel
I will whirl patient； though my brain should reel；
Thy grace shall be enough the grief to quell；
And growing strength perfect through weakness dire。
3。
I have not knowledge； wisdom； insight； thought；
Nor understanding； fit to justify
Thee in thy work； O Perfect。 Thou hast brought
Me up to thisand； lo！ what thou hast wrought；
I cannot call it good。 But I can cry
〃O enemy； the maker hath not done；
One day thou shalt behold； and from the sight wilt run。〃
4。
The faith I will； aside is easily bent；
But of thy love； my God； one glimpse alone
Can make me absolutely confident
With faith； hope； joy； in love responsive blent。
My soul then； in the vision mighty grown；
Its father and its fate securely known；
Falls on thy bosom with exultant moan。
5。
Thou workest perfectly。 And if it seem
Some things are not so well； 'tis but because
They are too loving…deep； too lofty…wise；
For me； poor child； to understand their laws：
My highest wisdom half is but a dream；
My love runs helpless like a falling stream：
Thy good embraces ill； and lo！ its illness dies！
6。
》From sleep I wake； and wake to think of thee。
But wherefore not with sudden glorious glee？
Why burst not gracious on me heaven and earth
In all the splendour of a new…day…birth？
Why hangs a cloud betwixt my lord and me？
The moment that my eyes the morning greet；
My soul should panting rush to clasp thy father…feet。
7。
Is it because it is not thou I see；
But only my poor； blotted fancy of thee？
Oh！ never till thyself reveal thy face；
Shall I be flooded with life's vital grace。
Oh make my mirror…heart thy shining…place；
And then my soul； awaking with the morn；
Shall be a waking joy； eternally new…born。
8。
Lord； in my silver is much metal base；
Else should my being by this time have shown
Thee thy own self therein。 Therefore do I
Wake in the furnace。 I know thou sittest by；
Refininglook； keep looking in to try
Thy silver； master； look and see thy face；
Else here I lie for ever； blank as any stone。
9。
But when in the dim silver thou dost look；
I do behold thy face； though blurred and faint。
Oh joy！ no flaw in me thy grace will brook；
But still refine： slow shall the silver pass
》From bright to brighter； till； sans spot or taint；
Love； well content； shall see no speck of brass；
And I his perfect face shall hold as in a glass。
10。
With every morn my life afresh must break
The crust of self； gathered about me fresh；
That thy wind…spirit may rush in and shake
The darkness out of me； and rend the mesh
The spider…devils spin out of the flesh
Eager to net the soul before it wake；
That it may slumberous lie； and listen to the snake。
11。
'Tis that I am not goodthat is enough；
I pry no fartherthat is not the way。
Here； O my potter； is thy making stuff！
Set thy wheel going； let it whir and play。
The chips in me； the stones； the straws； the sand；
Cast them out with fine separating hand；
And make a vessel of thy yielding clay。
12。
What if it take a thousand years to make me；
So me he leave not； angry； on the floor！
Nay； thou art never angry！that would break me！
Would I tried never thy dear patience sore；
But were as good as thou couldst well expect me；
Whilst thou dost make； I mar； and thou correct me！
Then were I now content； waiting for something more。
13。
Only； my God； see thou that I content thee
Oh； take thy own content upon me； God！
Ah； never； never； sure； wilt