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O Lord my God how long	A
Shall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy	B
How long O mighty Spirit shall I hear	C
The murmur of Truth's crystal waters slide	D
From the deep caverns of their endless being	E
But my lips taste not and the grosser air	F
Choke each pure inspiration of thy will	G
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I am a denseness 'twixt me and the light	H
cannot round myself my purest thought	I
Ere it is thought hath caught the taint of earth	J
And mocked me with hard thoughts beyond my will	G
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I would be a wind	K
Whose smallest atom is a viewless wing	E
All busy with the pulsing life that throbs	L
To do thy bidding yea or the meanest thing	E
That has relation to a changeless truth	M
Could I but be instinct with thee each thought	I
The lightning of a pure intelligence	L
And every act as the loud thunder clap	N
Of currents warring for a vacuum	O
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Lord clothe me with thy truth as with a robe	P
Purge me with sorrow I will bend my head	Q
And let the nations of thy waves pass over	R
Bathing me in thy consecrated strength	S
And let thy many voiced and silver winds	L
Pass through my frame with their clear influence	L
O save me I am blind lo thwarting shapes	L
Wall up the void before and thrusting out	T
Lean arms of unshaped expectation beckon	U
Down to the night of all unholy thoughts	L
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Oh when at midnight one of thy strong angels	L
Stems back the waves of earthly influence	L
That shape unsteady continents around me	V
And they draw off with the devouring gush	W
Of exile billows that have found a home	X
Leaving me islanded on unseen points	L
Hanging 'twixt thee and chaos I have seen	Y
Unholy shapes lop off my shining thoughts	L
And they have lent me leathern wings of fear	Z
Of baffled pride and harrowing distrust	A2
And Godhead with its crown of many stars	L
Its pinnacles of flaming holiness	L
And voice of leaves in the green summer time	B2
Has seemed the shadowed image of a self	C2
Then my soul blackened and I rose to find	K
And grasp my doom and cleave the arching deeps	L
Of desolation	U
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O Lord my soul is a forgotten well	D2
Clad round with its own rank luxuriance	L
A fountain a kind sunbeam searches for	E2
Sinking the lustre of its arrowy finger	R
Through the long grass its own strange virtue	F2
Hath blinded up its crystal eye withal	D2
Make me a broad strong river coming down	G2
With shouts from its high hills whose rocky hearts	L
Throb forth the joy of their stability	V
In watery pulses from their inmost deeps	L
And I shall be a vein upon thy world	H2
Circling perpetual from the parent deep	I2
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Most mighty One	U
Confirm and multiply my thoughts of good	J2
Help me to wall each sacred treasure round	K2
With the firm battlements of special action	U
Alas my holy happy thoughts of thee	V
Make not perpetual nest within my soul	D2
But like strange birds of dazzling colours stoop	L2
The trailing glories of their sunward speed	M2
For one glad moment filling my blasted boughs	L
With the sunshine of their wings Make me a forest	A2
Of gladdest life wherein perpetual spring	E
Lifts up her leafy tresses in the wind	K
Lo now I see	V
Thy trembling starlight sit among my pines	L
And thy young moon slide down my arching boughs	L
With a soft sound of restless eloquence	L
And I can feel a joy as when thy hosts	L
Of trampling winds gathering in maddened bands	L
Roar upward through the blue and flashing day	N2
Round my still depths of uncleft solitude	O2
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Hear me O Lord	P2
When the black night draws down upon my soul	D2
And voices of temptation darken down	G2
The misty wind slamming thy starry doors	L
With bitter jests Thou fool they seem to say	N2
Thou hast no seed of goodness in thee all	D2
Thy nature hath been stung right through and through	F2
Thy sin hath blasted thee and made thee old	Q2
Thou hadst a will but thou hast killed it dead	Q
And with the fulsome garniture of life	R2
Built out the loathsome corpse thou art a child	S2
Of night and death even lower than a worm	T2
Gather the skirts up of thy shadowy self	C2
And with what resolution thou hast left	U2
Fall on the damned spikes of doom	O
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Oh take me like a child	S2
If thou hast made me for thyself my God	V2
And lead me up thy hills I shall not fear	Z
So thou wilt make me pure and beat back sin	W2
With the terrors of thine eye it fears me not	X2
As once it might have feared thine own good image	Y2
But lays bold siege at my heart's doors	L
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Oh I have seen a thing of beauty stand	Z2
In the young moonlight of its upward thoughts	L
And the old earth came round it with its gifts	L
Of gladness whispering leaves and odorous plants	L
Until its large and spiritual eye	A3
Burned with intensest love my God I could	J2
Have watched it evermore with Argus eyes	L
Lest when the noontide of the summer's sun	U
Let down the tented sunlight on the plain	B3
His flaming beams should scorch my darling flower	R
And through the fruitless nights of leaden gloom	O
Of plashing rains and knotted winds of cold	Q2
Yea when thy lightnings ran across the sky	A3
And the loud stumbling blasts fell from the hills	L
Upon the mounds of death I could have watched	C3
Guarding such beauty like another life	R2
But O my God it changed	D3
Yet methinks I know not if it was not I	A3
Its beauty turned to ghastly loathsomeness	L
Then a hand spurned me backwards from the clouds	L
And with the gather of a mighty whirlwind	E3
Drew in the glittering gifts of life	R2
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How long O Lord how long	A
I am a man lost in a rocky place	L
Lo all thy echoes smite me with confusion	U
Of varied speech the cry of vanished Life	R2
Rolled upon nations' sighs of hearts uplifted	F3
Against despair the stifled sounds of Woe	G3
Sitting perpetual by its grey cold well	D2
Or wasted Toil climbing its endless hills	L
With quickening gasps or the thin winds of Joy	B
That beat about the voices of the crowd	H3
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Lord hast thou sent	I3
Thy moons to mock us with perpetual hope	J3
Lighted within our breasts the love of love	K3
To make us ripen for despair my God	V2
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Oh dost thou hold each individual soul	D2
Strung clear upon thy flaming rods of purpose	L
Or does thine inextinguishable will	D2
Stand on the steeps of night with lifted hand	Z2
Filling the yawning wells of monstrous space	L
With mixing thought drinking up single life	R2
As in a cup and from the rending folds	L
Of glimmering purpose do all thy navied stars	L
Slide through the gloom with mystic melody	V
Like wishes on a brow Oh is my soul	D2
Hung like a dewdrop in thy grassy ways	L
Drawn up again into the rack of change	L3
Even through the lustre which created it	M3
O mighty one thou wilt not smite me through	F2
With scorching wrath because my spirit stands	L
Bewildered in thy circling mysteries	L
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Oh lift the burdened gloom that chokes my soul	D2
With dews of darkness smite the lean winds of death	N3
That run with howls around the ruined temples	L
Blowing the souls of men about like leaves	L
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Lo the broad life lands widen overhead	Q
Star galaxies arise like drifting snow	G3
And happy life goes whitening down the stream	O3
Of boundless action whilst my fettered soul	D2
Sits as a captive in a noisome dungeon	U
Watches the pulses of his withered heart	P3
Lave out the sparkling minutes of his life	R2
On the idle flags	L
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Come in the glory of thine excellence	L
Rive the dense gloom with wedges of clear light	H
And let the shimmer of thy chariot wheels	L
Burn through the cracks of night So slowly Lord	P2
To lift myself to thee with hands of toil	D2
Climbing the slippery cliffs of unheard prayer	F
Lift up a hand among my idle days	L
One beckoning finger I will cast aside	D
The clogs of earthly circumstance and run	U
Up the broad highways where the countless worlds	L
Sit ripening in the summer of thy love	K3
Send a clear meaning sparkling through the years	L
Burst all the prison doors and make men's hearts	L
Gush up like fountains with thy melody	V
Brighten the hollow eyes fill with life's fruits	L
The hands that grope and scramble down the wastes	L
And let the ghastly troops of withered ones	L
Come shining o'er the mountains of thy love	K3
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Lord thy strange mysteries come thickening down	G2
Upon my head like snowflakes shutting out	T
The happy upper fields with chilly vapour	F
Shall I content my soul with a weak sense	L
Of safety or feed my ravenous hunger with	Q3
Sore purged hopes that are not hopes but fears	L
Clad in white raiment	T
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The creeds lie in the hollow of men's hearts	L
Like festering pools glassing their own corruption	U
The slimy eyes stare up with dull approval	D2
And answer not when thy bright starry feet	T
Move on the watery floors oh shake men's souls	L
Together like the gathering of all oceans	L
Rent from their hidden chambers till the waves	L
Lift up their million voices of high joy	B
Along the echoing cliffs come thus O Lord	T
With nightly gifts of stars and lay a hand	T
Of mighty peace upon the quivering flood	T
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O wilt thou hear me when I cry to thee	V
I am a child lost in a mighty forest	T
The air is thick with voices and strange hands	L
Reach through the dusk and pluck me by the skirts	L
There is a voice which sounds like words from home	X
But as I stumble on to reach it seems	L
To leap from rock to rock oh if it is	L
Willing obliquity of sense descend	T
Heal all my wanderings take me by the hand	T
And lead me homeward through the shadows	L
Let me not by my wilful acts of pride	T
Block up the windows of thy truth and grow	F
A wasted withered thing that stumbles on	R3
Down to the grave with folded hands of sloth	S3
And leaden confidence	L