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Oh； take thy own content upon me； God！
Ah； never； never； sure； wilt thou repent thee；
That thou hast called thy Adam from the clod！
Yet must I mourn that thou shouldst ever find me
One moment sluggish； needing more of the rod
Than thou didst think when thy desire designed me。
14。
My God； it troubles me I am not better。
More help； I pray； still more。 Thy perfect debtor
I shall be when thy perfect child I am grown。
My Father； help meam I not thine own？
Lo； other lords have had dominion o'er me；
But now thy will alone I set before me：
Thy own heart's lifeLord； thou wilt not abhor me！
15。
In youth； when once again I had set out
To find thee； Lord； my life； my liberty；
A window now and then； clouds all about；
Would open into heaven： my heart forlorn
First all would tremble with a solemn glee；
Then； whelmed in peace； rest like a man outworn；
That sees the dawn slow part the closed lids of the morn。
16。
Now I grow old； and the soft…gathered years
Have calmed； yea dulled the heart's swift fluttering beat；
But a quiet hope that keeps its household seat
Is better than recurrent glories fleet。
To know thee； Lord； is worth a many tears；
And when this mildew； age； has dried away；
My heart will beat again as young and strong and gay。
17。
Stronger and gayer tenfold！but； O friends；
Not for itself； nor any hoarded bliss。
I see but vaguely whither my being tends；
All vaguely spy a glory shadow…blent；
Vaguely desire the 〃individual kiss；〃
But when I think of God； a large content
Fills the dull air of my gray cloudy tent。
18。
Father of me； thou art my bliss secure。
Make of me； maker； whatsoe'er thou wilt。
Let fancy's wings hang moulting； hope grow poor；
And doubt steam up from where a joy was spilt
I lose no time to reason it plain and clear；
But fly to thee； my life's perfection dear：
Not what I think； but what thou art； makes sure。
19。
This utterance of spirit through still thought；
This forming of heart…stuff in moulds of brain；
Is helpful to the soul by which 'tis wrought；
The shape reacting on the heart again；
But when I am quite old； and words are slow；
Like dying things that keep their holes for woe；
And memory's withering tendrils clasp with effort vain？
20。
Thou； then as now； no less wilt be my life；
And I shall know it better than before；
Praying and trusting； hoping； claiming more。
》From effort vain； sick foil； and bootless strife；
I shall； with childness fresh； look up to thee；
Thou； seeing thy child with age encumbered sore；
Wilt round him bend thine arm more carefully。
21。
And when grim Death doth take me by the throat；
Thou wilt have pity on thy handiwork；
Thou wilt not let him on my suffering gloat；
But draw my soul outgladder than man or boy；
When thy saved creatures from the narrow ark
Rushed out； and leaped and laughed and cried for joy；
And the great rainbow strode across the dark。
22。
Against my fears； my doubts； my ignorance；
I trust in thee； O father of my Lord！
The world went on in this same broken dance；
When； worn and mocked； he trusted and adored：
I too will trust； and gather my poor best
To face the truth…faced false。 So in his nest
I shall awake at length； a little scarred and scored。
23。
Things cannot look all right so long as I
Am not all right who seetherefore not right
Can see。 The lamp within sends out the light
Which shows the things； and if its rays go wry；
Or are not white； they must part show a lie。
The man； half…cured； did men not trees conclude；
Because he moving saw what else had seemed a wood。
24。
Give me； take from me； as thou wilt。 I learn
Slowly and stubbornly I learn to yield
With a strange hopefulness。 As from the field
Of hard…fought battle won； the victor chief
Turns thankfully； although his heart do yearn；
So from my old things to thy new I turn；
With sad； thee…trusting heart； and not in grief。
25。
If with my father I did wander free；
Floating o'er hill and field where'er we would；
And； lighting on the sward before the door；
Strange faces through the window…panes should see；
And strange feet standing where the loved had stood；
The dear old place theirs all； as ours before
Should I be sorrowful； father； having thee？
26。
So； Lord； if thou tak'st from me all the rest；
Thyself with each resumption drawing nigher；
It shall but hurt me as the thorn of the briar；
When I reach to the pale flower in its breast。
To have thee； Lord； is to have all thy best；
Holding it by its very life divine
To let my friend's hand go； and take his heart in mine。
27。
Take from me leisure； all familiar places；
Take all the lovely things of earth and air
Take from me books； take all my precious faces；
Take words melodious； and their songful linking；
Take scents； and sounds； and all thy outsides fair；
Draw nearer； taking； and； to my sober thinking；
Thou bring'st them nearer all； and ready to my prayer。
28。
No place on earth henceforth I shall count strange；
For every place belongeth to my Christ。
I will go calm where'er thou bid'st me range；
Whoe'er my neighbour； thou art still my nighest。
Oh my heart's life； my owner； will of my being！
Into my soul thou every moment diest；
In thee my life thus evermore decreeing。
29。
What though things change and pass； nor come again！
Thou； the life…heart of all things； changest never。
The sun shines on； the fair clouds turn to rain；
And glad the earth with many a spring and river。
The hearts that answer change with chill and shiver；
That mourn the past； sad…sick； with hopeless pain；
They know not thee； our changeless heart and brain。
30。
My halting words will some day turn to song
Some far…off day； in holy other times！
The melody now prisoned in my rimes
Will one day break aloft； and from the throng
Of wrestling thoughts and words spring up the air；
As from the flower its colour's sweet despair
Issues in odour； and the sky's low levels climbs。
31。
My surgent thought shoots lark…like up to thee。
Thou like the heaven art all about the lark。
Whatever I surmise or know in me；
Idea； or but symbol on the dark；
Is living； working； thought…creating power
In thee； the timeless father of the hour。
I am thy book； thy songthy child would be。
NOVEMBER
1。
THOU art of this world； Christ。 Thou know'st it all；
Thou know'st our evens； our morns； our red and gray；
How moons； and hearts； and seasons rise and fall；
How we grow weary plodding on the way；
Of future joy how present pain bereaves；
Rounding us with a dark of mere decay；
Tossed with a drift Of summer…fallen leaves。
2。
Thou knowest all our weeping； fainting； striving；
Thou know'st how very hard it is to be；
How hard to rouse faint will not yet reviving；
To do the pure thing； trusting all to thee；
To hold thou art there； for all no face we see；
How hard to think； through cold and dark and dearth；
That thou art nearer now than when eye…seen on earth。
3。
Have pity on us for the look of things；
When blank denial stares us in the face。
Although the serpent mask have lied before；
It fascinates the bird that darkling sings；
And numbs the little prayer…bird's beating wings。
For how believe thee somewher