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ALAS my tent see through it a whirlwind sweep	B
Moaning poor Fancy's doves are swept away	C
I sit alone a sorrow half asleep	B
My consciousness the blackness all astir	D
No pilgrim I a homeless wanderer	D
For how canst Thou be in the darkness deep	B
Who dwellest only in the living day	C
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It must be somewhere in my fluttering tent	E
Strange creatures half tamed only yet are pent	E
Dragons lop winged birds and large eyed snakes	F
Hark through the storm the saddest howling breaks	F
Or are they loose roaming about the bent	E
The darkness dire deepening with moan and scream	G
My Morning rise and all shall be a dream	G
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Not thine my Lord the darkness all is mine	H
Save that as mine my darkness too is thine	H
All things are thine to save or to destroy	D
Destroy my darkness rise my perfect joy	D
Love primal the live coal of every night	I
Flame out scare the ill things with radiant fright	I
And fill my tent with laughing morn's delight	I
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Master thou workest with such common things	J
Low souls weak hearts I mean and hast to use	K
Therefore such common means and rescuings	K
That hard we find it as we sit and muse	K
To think thou workest in us verily	L
Bad sea boats we and manned with wretched crews	K
That doubt the captain watch the storm spray flee	L
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Thou art hampered in thy natural working then	M
When beings designed on freedom's holy plan	N
Will not be free with thy poor foolish men	M
Thou therefore hast to work just like a man	N
But when tangling thyself in their sore need	O
Thou hast to freedom fashioned them indeed	O
Then wilt thou grandly move and Godlike speed	O
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Will this not then show grandest fact of all	L
In thy creation victory most renowned	P
That thou hast wrought thy will by slow and small	L
And made men like thee though thy making bound	P
By that which they were not and could not be	L
Until thou mad'st them make along with thee	L
Master the tardiness is but in me	L
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Hence come thy checks because I still would run	Q
My head into the sand nor flutter aloft	R
Towards thy home with thy wind under me	L
'Tis because I am mean thy ways so oft	R
Look mean to me my rise is low begun	Q
But scarce thy will doth grasp me ere I see	L
For my arrest and rise its stern necessity	L
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Like clogs upon the pinions of thy plan	N
We hang like captives on thy chariot wheels	K
Who should climb up and ride with Death's conqueror	D
Therefore thy train along the world's highway steals	K
So slow to the peace of heart reluctant man	N
What shall we do to spread the wing and soar	D
Nor straiten thy deliverance any more	D
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The sole way to put flight into the wing	S
To preen its feathers and to make them grow	D
Is to heed humbly every smallest thing	S
With which the Christ in us has aught to do	T
So will the Christ from child to manhood go	D
Obedient to the father Christ and so	D
Sweet holy change will turn all our old things to new	T
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Creation thou dost work by faint degrees	K
By shade and shadow from unseen beginning	S
Far far apart in unthought mysteries	K
Of thy own dark unfathomable seas	K
Thou will'st thy will and thence upon the earth	U
Slow travelling his way through centuries winning	S
A child at length arrives at never ending birth	U
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Well mayst thou then work on indocile hearts	K
By small successes disappointments small	L
By nature weather failure or sore fall	L
By shame anxiety bitterness and smarts	K
By loneliness by weary loss of zest	V
The rags the husks the swine the hunger quest	V
Drive home the wanderer to the father's breast	V
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How suddenly some rapid turn of thought	W
May throw the life machine all out of gear	D
Clouding the windows with the steam of doubt	X
Filling the eyes with dust with noise the ear	D
Who knows not then where dwells the engineer	D
Rushes aghast into the pathless night	I
And wanders in a land of dreary fright	I
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Amazed at sightless whirring of their wheels	K
Confounded with the recklessness and strife	Y
Distract with fears of what may next ensue	T
Some break rude exit from the house of life	Y
And plunge into a silence out of view	T
Whence not a cry no wafture once reveals	K
What door they have broke open with the knife	Y
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Help me my Father in whatever dismay	C
Whatever terror in whatever shape	Z
To hold the faster by thy garment's hem	A2
When my heart sinks oh lift it up I pray	C
Thy child should never fear though hell should gape	Z
Not blench though all the ills that men affray	C
Stood round him like the Roman round Jerusalem	B2
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Too eager I must not be to understand	C2
How should the work the master goes about	X
Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned	C2
I am his house for him to go in and out	X
He builds me now and if I cannot see	L
At any time what he is doing with me	L
'Tis that he makes the house for me too grand	C2
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The house is not for me it is for him	D2
His royal thoughts require many a stair	C
Many a tower many an outlook fair	C
Of which I have no thought and need no care	C
Where I am most perplexed it may be there	C
Thou mak'st a secret chamber holy dim	D2
Where thou wilt come to help my deepest prayer	C
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I cannot tell why this day I am ill	L
But I am well because it is thy will	L
Which is to make me pure and right like thee	L
Not yet I need escape 'tis bearable	L
Because thou knowest And when harder things	K
Shall rise and gather and overshadow me	L
I shall have comfort in thy strengthenings	K
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How do I live when thou art far away	C
When I am sunk and lost and dead in sleep	B
Or in some dream with no sense in its play	C
When weary dull or drowned in study deep	B
O Lord I live so utterly on thee	L
I live when I forget thee utterly	L
Not that thou thinkest of but thinkest me	L
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Thou far that word the holy truth doth blur	C
Doth the great ocean from the small fish run	Q
When it sleeps fast in its low weedy bower	C
Is the sun far from any smallest flower	C
That lives by his dear presence every hour	C
Are they not one in oneness without stir	C
The flower the flower because the sun the sun	Q
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Dear presence every hour what of the night	I
When crumpled daisies shut gold sadness in	E2
And some do hang the head for lack of light	I
Sick almost unto death with absence blight	I
Thy memory then warm lingering in the ground	P
Mourned dewy in the air keeps their hearts sound	P
Till fresh with day their lapsed life begin	E2
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All things are shadows of the shining true	C
Sun sea and air close potent hurtless fire	C
Flowers from their mother's prison dove and dew	C
Every thing holds a slender guiding clue	C
Back to the mighty oneness hearts of faith	F2
Know thee than light than heat endlessly nigher	C
Our life's life carpenter of Nazareth	G2
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Sometimes perhaps the spiritual blood runs slow	D
And soft along the veins of will doth flow	D
Seeking God's arteries from which it came	H2
Or does the etherial creative flame	H2
Turn back upon itself and latent grow	D
It matters not what figure or what name	H2
If thou art in me and I am not to blame	H2
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In such God silence the soul's nest so long	I2
As all is still no flutter and no song	I2
Is safe But if my soul begin to act	J2
Without some waking to the eternal fact	J2
That my dear life is hid with Christ in God	K2
I think and move a creature of earth's clod	K2
Stand on the finite act upon the wrong	I2
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My soul this sermon hence for itself prepares	K
Then is there nothing vile thou mayst not do	K2
Buffeted in a tumult of low cares	K
And treacheries of the old man 'gainst the new	K2
Lord in my spirit let thy spirit move	L2
Warning that it may not have to reprove	L2
In my dead moments master stir the prayers	K
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Lord let my soul o'erburdened then feel thee	L
Thrilling through all its brain's stupidity	L
If I must slumber heedless of ill harms	K
Let it not be but in my Father's arms	K
Outside the shelter of his garment's fold	K2
All is a waste a terror haunted wold	K2
Lord keep me 'Tis thy child that cries Behold	K2
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Some say that thou their endless love host won	Q
By deeds for them which I may not believe	L2
Thou ever didst or ever willedst done	Q
What matter so they love thee They receive	L2
Eternal more than the poor loom and wheel	L
Of their invention ever wove and spun	Q
I love thee for I must thine all from head to heel	L
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The love of thee will set all notions right	K2
Right save by love no thought can be or may	C
Only love's knowledge is the primal light	K2
Questions keep camp along love's shining coast	K2
Challenge my love and would my entrance stay	C
Across the buzzing doubting challenging host	K2
I rush to thee and cling and cry Thou know'st	K2
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Oh let me live in thy realities	K
Nor substitute my notions for thy facts	K
Notion with notion making leagues and pacts	K
They are to truth but as dream deeds to acts	K
And questioned make me doubt of everything	S
O Lord my God my heart gets up and cries	K
Come thy own self and with thee my faith bring	S
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O master my desires to work to know	D
To be aware that I do live and grow	D
All restless wish for anything not thee	L
I yield and on thy altar offer me	L
Let me no more from out thy presence go	D
But keep me waiting watchful for thy will	L
Even while I do it waiting watchful still	L
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Thou art the Lord of life the secret thing	S
Thou wilt give endless more than I could find	K2
Even if without thee I could go and seek	M2
For thou art one Christ with my deepest mind	K2
Duty alive self willed in me dost speak	M2
And to a deeper purer being sting	S
I come to thee my life my causing kind	K2
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Nothing is alien in thy world immense	K
No look of sky or earth or man or beast	K2
In the great hand of God I stand and thence	K
Look out on life his endless holy feast	K2
To try to feel is but to court despair	C
To dig for a sun within a garden fence	K
Who does thy will O God he lives upon thy air	C