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Be thou my home； my fire； my chamber blest；
My book of wisdom； loved of all the best；
Oh； be my friend； each day still newer found；
As the eternal days and nights go round！
Nay； naythou art my God； in whom all loves are bound！
13。
Two things at once； thou know'st I cannot think。
When busy with the work thou givest me；
I cannot consciously think then of thee。
Then why； when next thou lookest o'er the brink
Of my horizon； should my spirit shrink；
Reproached and fearful； nor to greet thee run？
Can I be two when I am only one。
14。
My soul must unawares have sunk awry。
Some care； poor eagerness； ambition of work；
Some old offence that unforgiving did lurk；
Or some self…gratulation； soft and sly
Something not thy sweet will； not the good part；
While the home…guard looked out； stirred up the old murk；
And so I gloomed away from thee； my Heart。
15。
Therefore I make provision； ere I begin
To do the thing thou givest me to do；
Praying；Lord； wake me oftener； lest I sin。
Amidst my work； open thine eyes on me；
That I may wake and laugh； and know and see
Then with healed heart afresh catch up the clue；
And singing drop into my work anew。
16。
If I should slow diverge； and listless stray
Into some thought； feeling； or dream unright；
O Watcher； my backsliding soul affray；
Let me not perish of the ghastly blight。
Be thou； O Life eternal； in me light；
Then merest approach of selfish or impure
Shall start me up alive； awake； secure。
17。
Lord； I have fallen againa human clod！
Selfish I was； and heedless to offend；
Stood on my rights。 Thy own child would not send
Away his shreds of nothing for the whole God！
Wretched； to thee who savest； low I bend：
Give me the power to let my rag…rights go
In the great wind that from thy gulf doth blow。
18。
Keep me from wrath； let it seem ever so right：
My wrath will never work thy righteousness。
Up； up the hill； to the whiter than snow…shine；
Help me to climb； and dwell in pardon's light。
I must be pure as thou； or ever less
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； wh