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Lest that by any means	A
When I have preached to others I myself	B
Should be a castaway If some one now	C
Would take that text and preach to us that preach	D
Some one who could forget his truths were old	E
And what were in a thousand bawling mouths	F
While they filled his some one who could so throw	G
His life into the old dull skeletons	H
Of points and morals inferences proofs	I
Hopes doubts persuasions all for time untold	E
Worn out of the flesh that one could lose from mind	J
How well one knew his lesson how oneself	B
Could with another may be choicer style	K
Enforce it treat it from another view	L
And with another logic some one warm	M
With the rare heart that trusts itself and knows	N
Because it loves yes such a one perchance	O
With such a theme might waken me as I	P
Have wakened others I who am no more	Q
Than steward of an eloquence God gives	R
For others' use not mine But no one bears	S
Apostleship for us We teach and teach	D
Until like drumming pedagogues we lose	T
The thought that what we teach has higher ends	U
Than being taught and learned And if a man	V
Out of ourselves should cry aloud I sin	W
And ye are sinning all of us who talk	X
Our Sunday half hour on the love of God	Y
Trying to move our peoples then go home	Z
To sleep upon it and when fresh again	A2
To plan another sermon nothing moved	B2
Serving our God like clock work sentinels	C2
We who have souls ourselves why I like the rest	D2
Should turn in anger Hush this charlatan	E2
Who in his blatant arrogance assumes	F2
Over us who know our duties	G2
Yet that text	H2
Which galls me what a sermon might be made	I2
Upon its theme How even I myself	B
Could stir some of our priesthood Ah but then	A2
Who would stir me	J2
I know not how it is	K2
I take the faith in earnest I believe	L2
Even at happy times I think I love	M2
I try to pattern me upon the type	N2
My Master left us am no hypocrite	O2
Playing my soul against good men's applause	P2
Nor monger of the Gospel for a cure	Q2
But serve a Master whom I chose because	P2
It seemed to me I loved him whom till now	C
My longing is to love and yet I feel	R2
A falseness somewhere clogging me I seem	S2
Divided from myself I can speak words	T2
Of burning faith and fire myself with them	U2
I can while upturned faces gaze on me	J2
As if I were their Gospel manifest	D2
Break into unplanned turns as natural	V2
As the blind man's cry for healing pass beyond	W2
My bounded manhood in the earnestness	X2
Of a messenger from God And then I come	Y2
And in my study's quiet find again	A2
The callous actor who because long since	Z2
He had some feelings in him like the talk	X
The book puts in his mouth still warms his pit	O2
And even in his lucky moods himself	B
With the passion of his part but lays aside	A3
His heroism with his satin suit	B3
And thinks the part is good and well conceived	C3
And very natural no flaw to find	J
And then forgets it	O2
Yes I preach to others	D3
And am I know not what a castaway	E3
No but a man who feels his heart asleep	F3
As he might feel his hand or foot The limb	G3
Will not awake without a little shock	H3
A little pain perhaps a nip or blow	G
And that one gives and feels the waking pricks	I3
But for one's heart I know not I can give	J3
No shock to make mine prick I seem to be	J2
Just such a man as those who claim the power	K3
Or have it say to serve the thought of willing	L3
That such a one should break an iron bar	M3
And such a one resist the strength of ten	A2
And the thing is done yet cannot will themselves	N3
One least small breath of power beyond the wont	O3
To night now I might triumph Not a breath	P3
But shivered when I pictured the dead soul	Q3
Awaking when the body dies to know	G
Itself has lived too late and drew in long	R3
With yearning when I shewed how perfect love	M2
Might make Earth's self be but an earlier Heaven	E2
And I may say and not be over bold	E
Judging from former fruits Some one to night	S3
Has come more near to God some one has felt	T3
What it may mean to love Him some one learned	U3
A new great horror against death and sin	W
Some one at least it may be many Yet	V3
And yet Why I the preacher look for God	Y
Saying I know thee Lord what I should see	J2
If I could see thee as some can on earth	W3
But I do not see thee and I know thee Lord	X3
What loving thee is like as if I loved	Y3
But I cannot love thee And even with the thought	Z3
The answer grows Thine is the greater sin	W
And I stand self convicted yet not shamed	A4
But quiet reasoning why it should be thus	X2
And almost wishing I could suddenly	J2
Fall in some awful sin that so might come	Y2
A living sense of God if but by fear	B4
And a repentance sharp as is the need	C4
But now the sin being indifference	D4
Repentance too is tepid	E4
There are some	Y2
Good men and honest though not overwise	D4
Nor studious of the subtler depths of minds	D4
Below the surface strata who would teach	D
In such a case to scare oneself awake	F4
As girls do telling ghost tales in the dark	G4
With scriptural terrors all the judgments spoken	E2
Against the tyrant empires all the wrath	H4
On them who slew the prophets and forsook	I4
Their God for Baal and the awful threat	V3
For him whose dark dread sin is pardonless	D4
So that in terror one might cling to God	Y
As the poor wretch who angry with his life	J4
Has dashed into a dank and hungry pool	K4
Learns in the death gasp to love life again	A2
And clings unreasoning to the saving hand	L4
Well I know some for the most part with thin minds	D4
Of the effervescent kind easy to froth	M4
Though easier to let stagnate who thus wrought	Z3
Convulsive pious moods upon themselves	D4
And thinking all tears sorrow and all texts	D4
Repentance are in peace upon the trust	N4
That a grand necessary stage is past	O4
And do love God as I desire to love	M2
And now they'll look on their hysteric time	P4
And wonder at it seeing it not real	R2
And yet not feigned They'll say A special time	P4
Of God's direct own working you may see	D4
It was not natural	V2
And there I stand	L4
In face with it and know it Not for me	D4
Because I know it cannot trust in it	O2
It is not natural It does not root	B3
Silently in the dark as God's seeds root	B3
Then day by day move upward in the light	S3
It does not wake a tremulous glimmering dawn	Q4
Then swell to perfect day as God's light does	D4
It does not give to life a lowly child	R4
To grow by days and morrows to man's strength	S4
As do God's natural birthdays God who sets	D4
Some little seed of good in everything	L3
May bring his good from this but not for one	E2
Who calmly says I know this is a dream	S2
A mere mirage sprung up of heat and mist	T4
It cannot slake my thirst but I will try	P
To fool my fancy to it and will rush	U4
To cool my burning throat as if there welled	T4
Clear waters in the visionary lake	F4
That so perchance Heaven pitying me may send	T4
Its own fresh showers upon me I perchance	D4
Might with occasion spite of steady will	V4
And steady nerve bring on the ecstasy	D4
But what avails without the simple faith	W4
I should not cheat myself and who cheats God	T4
And wherefore should I count love more than truth	X4
And buy the loving him with such a price	D4
Even if 'twere possible to school myself	B
To an unbased belief and love him more	Q
Only through a delusion	E2
Not so Lord	T4
Let me not buy my peace nay not my soul	Q3
At price of one least word of thy strong truth	X4
Which is Thyself The perfect love must be	D4
When one shall know thee Better one should lose	D4
The present peace of loving nay of trusting	L3
Better to doubt and be perplexed in soul	Q3
Because thy truth seems many and not one	E2
Than cease to seek thee even through reverence	D4
In the fulness and minuteness of thy truth	X4
If it be sin forgive me I am bold	T4
My God but I would rather touch the ark	G4
To find if thou be there than thinking hushed	T4
'Tis better to believe I will believe	L2
Though were't not for b	D4

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