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FROM thine as then the healing virtue goes	B
Into our hearts that is the Father's plan	C
From heart to heart it sinks it steals it flows	B
From these that know thee still infecting those	B
Here is my heart from thine Lord fill it up	D
That I may offer it as the holy cup	D
Of thy communion to my every man	C
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When thou dost send out whirlwinds on thy seas	E
Alternatest thy lightning with its roar	F
Thy night with morning and thy clouds with stars	G
Or mightier force unseen in midst of these	E
Orderest the life in every airy pore	F
Guidest men's efforts rul'st mishaps and jars	G
'Tis only for their hearts and nothing more	F
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This this alone thy father careth for	F
That men should live hearted throughout with thee	H
Because the simple only life thou art	I
Of the very truth of living the pure heart	I
For this deep waters whelm the fruitful lea	H
Wars ravage famine wastes plague withers nor	F
Shall cease till men have chosen the better part	I
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But like a virtuous medicine self diffused	J
Through all men's hearts thy love shall sink and float	K
Till every feeling false and thought unwise	L
Selfish and seeking shall sternly disused	K
Wither and die and shrivel up to nought	K
And Christ whom they did hang 'twixt earth and skies	L
Up in the inner world of men arise	L
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Make me a fellow worker with thee Christ	K
Nought else befits a God born energy	H
Of all that's lovely only lives the highest	K
Lifing the rest that it shall never die	K
Up I would be to help thee for thou liest	K
Not linen swathed in Joseph's garden tomb	M
But walkest crowned creation's heart and bloom	M
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My God when I would lift my heart to thee	H
Imagination instantly doth set	K
A cloudy something thin and vast and vague	N
To stand for him who is the fact of me	H
Then up the Will and doth her weakness plague	N
To pay the heart her duty and her debt	K
Showing the face that hearkeneth to the plea	H
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And hence it comes that thou at times dost seem	O
To fade into an image of my mind	K
I dreamer cover hide thee up with dream	O
Thee primal individual entity	H
No likeness will I seek to frame or find	K
But cry to that which thou dost choose to be	H
To that which is my sight therefore I cannot see	H
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No likeness Lo the Christ Oh large Enough	P
I see yet fathom not the face he wore	F
He is and out of him there is no stuff	P
To make a man Let fail me every spark	Q
Of blissful vision on my pathway rough	P
I have seen much and trust the perfect more	F
While to his feet my faith crosses the wayless dark	Q
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Faith is the human shadow of thy might	K
Thou art the one self perfect life and we	H
Who trust thy life therein join on to thee	H
Taking our part in self creating light	K
To trust is to step forward out of the night	K
To be to share in the outgoing Will	R
That lives and is because outgoing still	R
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I am lost before thee Father yet I will	R
Claim of thee my birthright ineffable	S
Thou lay'st it on me son to claim thee sire	T
To that which thou hast made me I aspire	U
To thee the sun upflames thy kindled fire	T
No man presumes in that to which he was born	V
Less than the gift to claim would be the giver to scorn	V
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Henceforth all things thy dealings are with me	H
For out of thee is nothing or can be	H
And all things are to draw us home to thee	H
What matter that the knowers scoffing say	W
This is old folly plain to the new day	W
If thou be such as thou and they as they	W
Unto thy Let there be they still must answer Nay	W
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They will not therefore cannot do not know him	X
Nothing they could know could be God In sooth	W
Unto the true alone exists the truth	W
They say well saying Nature doth not show him	X
Truly she shows not what she cannot show	Y
And they deny the thing they cannot know	Y
Who sees a glory towards it will go	Y
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Faster no step moves God because the fool	Z
Shouts to the universe God there is none	A2
The blindest man will not preach out the sun	A2
Though on his darkness he should found a school	Z
It may be when he finds he is not dead	K
Though world and body sight and sound are fled	K
Some eyes may open in his foolish head	K
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When I am very weary with hard thought	K
And yet the question burns and is not quenched	K
My heart grows cool when to remembrance wrought	K
That thou who know'st the light born answer sought	K
Know'st too the dark where the doubt lies entrenched	K
Know'st with what seemings I am sore perplexed	K
And that with thee I wait nor needs my soul be vexed	K
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Who sets himself not sternly to be good	K
Is but a fool who judgment of true things	B2
Has none however oft the claim renewed	K
And he who thinks in his great plenitude	K
To right himself and set his spirit free	H
Without the might of higher communings	B2
Is foolish also save he willed himself to be	H
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How many helps thou giv'st to those would learn	C2
To some sore pain to others a sinking heart	K
To some a weariness worse than any smart	K
To some a haunting fearing blind concern	C2
Madness to some to some the shaking dart	K
Of hideous death still following as they turn	C2
To some a hunger that will not depart	K
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To some thou giv'st a deep unrest a scorn	V
Of all they are or see upon the earth	W
A gaze at dusky night and clearing morn	V
As on a land of emptiness and dearth	W
To some a bitter sorrow to some the sting	D2
Of love misprized of sick abandoning	D2
To some a frozen heart oh worse than anything	D2
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To some a mocking demon that doth set	K
The poor foiled will to scoff at the ideal	E2
But loathsome makes to them their life of jar	F2
The messengers of Satan think to mar	F2
But make driving the soul from false to feal	E2
To thee the reconciler the one real	E2
In whom alone the would be and the is are met	K
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Me thou hast given an infinite unrest	K
A hunger not at first after known good	K
But something vague I knew not and yet would	K
The veiled Isis thy will not understood	K
A conscience tossing ever in my breast	K
And something deeper that will not be expressed	K
Save as the Spirit thinking in the Spirit's brood	K
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But now the Spirit and I are one in this	B2
My hunger now is after righteousness	B2
My spirit hopes in God to set me free	H
From the low self loathed of the higher me	H
Great elder brother of my second birth	W
Dear o'er all names but one in heaven or earth	W
Teach me all day to love eternally	H
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Lo Lord thou know'st I would not anything	D2
That in the heart of God holds not its root	K
Nor falsely deem there is any life at all	E2
That doth in him nor sleep nor shine nor sing	D2
I know the plants that bear the noisome fruit	K
Of burning and of ashes and of gall	E2
From God's heart torn rootless to man's they cling	D2
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Life giving love rots to devouring fire	T
Justice corrupts to despicable revenge	G2
Motherhood chokes in the dam's jealous mire	U
Hunger for growth turns fluctuating change	H2
Love's anger grand grows spiteful human wrath	W
Hunting men out of conscience' holy path	W
And human kindness takes the tattler's range	H2
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Nothing can draw the heart of man but good	K
Low good it is that draws him from the higher	T
So evil poison uncreate from food	K
Never a foul thing with temptation dire	U
Tempts hellward force created to aspire	U
But walks in wronged strength of imprisoned Truth	W
Whose mantle also oft the Shame indu'th	W
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Love in the prime not yet I understand	K
Scarce know the love that loveth at first hand	K
Help me my selfishness to scatter and scout	K
Blow on me till my love loves burningly	E2
Then the great love will burn the mean self out	K
And I in glorious simplicity	H
Living by love shall love unspeakably	E2
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Oh make my anger pure let no worst wrong	I2
Rouse in me the old niggard selfishness	B2
Give me thine indignation which is love	J2
Turned on the evil that would part love's throng	I2
Thy anger scathes because it needs must bless	B2
Gathering into union calm and strong	I2
All things on earth and under and above	J2
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Make my forgiveness downright such as I	K
Should perish if I did not have from thee	H
I let the wrong go withered up and dry	K
Cursed with divine forgetfulness in me	H
'Tis but self pity pleasant mean and sly	K
Low whispering bids the paltry memory live	K2
What am I brother for but to forgive	L2
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Thou art my father's child come to my heart	K
Thus must I say or Thou must say Depart	K
Thus I would say I would be as thou art	K
Thus I must say or still I work athwart	K
The absolute necessity and law	E2
That dwells in me and will me asunder draw	E2
If in obedience I leave any flaw	E2
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Lord I forgive and step in unto thee	H
If I have enemies Christ deal with them	M2
He hath forgiven me and Jerusalem	N2
Lord set me from self inspiration free	H
And let me live and think from thee not me	H
Rather from deepest me then think and feel	E2
At centre of thought's swift revolving wheel	E2
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I sit o'ercanopied with Beauty's tent	K
Through which flies many a golden winged dove	J2
Well watched of Fancy's tender eyes up bent	K
A hundred Powers wait on me ministering	D2
A thousand treasures Art and Knowledge bring	D2
Will Conscience Reason tower the rest above	J2
But in the midst alone I gladness am and love	J2
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'Tis but a vision Lord I do not mean	O2
That thus I am or have one moment been	P2
'Tis but a picture hung upon my wall	E2
To measure dull contentment therewithal	E2
And know behind the human how I fall	E2
A vision true of what one day shall be	H
When thou hast had thy very will with me	H