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THE song birds that come to me night and morn	B
Fly oft away and vanish if I sleep	C
Nor to my fowling net will one return	D
Is the thing ever ours we cannot keep	C
But their souls go not out into the deep	C
What matter if with changed song they come back	E
Old strength nor yet fresh beauty shall they lack	E
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Gloriously wasteful O my Lord art thou	F
Sunset faints after sunset into the night	G
Splendorously dying from thy window sill	H
For ever Sad our poverty doth bow	F
Before the riches of thy making might	G
Sweep from thy space thy systems at thy will	H
In thee the sun sets every sunset still	H
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And in the perfect time O perfect God	I
When we are in our home our natal home	J
When joy shall carry every sacred load	K
And from its life and peace no heart shall roam	J
What if thou make us able to make like thee	L
To light with moons to clothe with greenery	L
To hang gold sunsets o'er a rose and purple sea	L
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Then to his neighbour one may call out Come	M
Brother come hither I would show you a thing	N
And lo a vision of his imagining	N
Informed of thought which else had rested dumb	M
Before the neighbour's truth delighted eyes	O
In the great ther of existence rise	O
And two hearts each to each the closer cling	N
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We make but thou art the creating core	P
Whatever thing I dream invent or feel	Q
Thou art the heart of it the atmosphere	R
Thou art inside all love man ever bore	P
Yea the love itself whatever thing be dear	R
Man calls his dog he follows at his heel	Q
Because thou first art love self caused essential mere	R
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This day be with me Lord when I go forth	S
Be nearer to me than I am able to ask	T
In merriment in converse or in task	T
Walking the street listening to men of worth	U
Or greeting such as only talk and bask	T
Be thy thought still my waiting soul around	V
And if He come I shall be watching found	V
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What if writing I always seem to leave	W
Some better thing or better way behind	X
Why should I therefore fret at all or grieve	W
The worse I drop that I the better find	X
The best is only in thy perfect mind	X
Fallen threads I will not search for I will weave	W
Who makes the mill wheel backward strike to grind	X
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Be with me Lord Keep me beyond all prayers	Y
For more than all my prayers my need of thee	L
And thou beyond all need all unknown cares	Y
What the heart's dear imagination dares	Y
Thou dost transcend in measureless majesty	L
All prayers in one my God be unto me	L
Thy own eternal self absolutely	L
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Where should the unknown treasures of the truth	Z
Lie but there whence the truth comes out the most	A2
In the Son of man folded in love and ruth	Z
Fair shore we see fair ocean but behind	X
Lie infinite reaches bathing many a coast	A2
The human thought of the eternal mind	X
Pulsed by a living tide blown by a living wind	X
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Thou healthful Father art the Ancient of Days	B2
And Jesus is the eternal youth of thee	L
Our old age is the scorching of the bush	C2
By life's indwelling incorruptible blaze	B2
O Life burn at this feeble shell of me	L
Till I the sore singed garment off shall push	C2
Flap out my Psyche wings and to thee rush	D2
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But shall I then rush to thee like a dart	E2
Or lie long hours onian yet betwixt	F2
This hunger in me and the Father's heart	E2
It shall be good how ever and not ill	H
Of things and thoughts even now thou art my next	G2
Sole neighbour and no space between thou art	E2
And yet art drawing nearer nearer still	H
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Therefore my brothers therefore sisters dear	R
However I troubled or selfish fail	H2
In tenderness or grace or service clear	R
I every moment draw to you more near	R
God in us from our hearts veil after veil	H2
Keeps lifting till we see with his own sight	G
And all together run in unity's delight	G
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I love thee Lord for very greed of love	I2
Not of the precious streams that towards me move	J2
But of the indwelling outgoing fountain store	P
Than mine oh many an ignorant heart loves more	P
Therefore the more with Mary at thy feet	K2
I must sit worshipping that in my core	P
Thy words may fan to a flame the low primeval heat	K2
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Oh my beloved gone to heaven from me	L
I would be rich in love to heap you with love	I2
I long to love you sweet ones perfectly	L
Like God who sees no spanning vault above	I2
No earth below and feels no circling air	L2
Infinitely no boundary anywhere	L2
I am a beast until I love as God doth love	I2
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Ah say not 'tis but perfect self I want	M2
But if it were that self is fit to live	N2
Whose perfectness is still itself to scant	O2
Which never longs to have but still to give	P2
A self I must have or not be at all	Q2
Love give me a self self giving or let me fall	Q2
To endless darkness back and free me from life's thrall	Q2
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Back said I Whither back How to the dark	R2
From no dark came I but the depths of light	G
From the sun heart I came of love a spark	R2
What should I do but love with all my might	G
To die of love severe and pure and stark	R2
Were scarcely loss to lord a loveless height	G
That were a living death damnation's positive night	G
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But love is life To die of love is then	S2
The only pass to higher life than this	T2
All love is death to loving living men	S2
All deaths are leaps across clefts to the abyss	T2
Our life is the broken current Lord of thine	U2
Flashing from morn to morn with conscious shine	U2
Then first by willing death self made then life divine	U2
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I love you my sweet children who are gone	V2
Into another mansion but I know	W2
I love you not as I shall love you yet	X2
I love you sweet dead children there are none	Y2
In the land to which ye vanished to go	W2
Whose hearts more truly on your hearts are set	X2
Yet should I die of grief to love you only so	W2
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I am but as a beast before thee Lord	Z2
Great poet king I thank thee for the word	A3
Leave not thy son half made in beastly guise	O
Less than a man with more than human cries	O
An unshaped thing in which thyself cries out	B3
Finish me Father now I am but a doubt	B3
Oh make thy moaning thing for joy to leap and shout	B3
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Let my soul talk to thee in ordered words	C3
O king of kings O lord of only lords	D3
When I am thinking thee within my heart	E2
From the broken reflex be not far apart	E2
The troubled water dim with upstirred soil	E3
Makes not the image which it yet can spoil	E3
Come nearer Lord and smooth the wrinkled coil	E3
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O Lord when I do think of my departed	F3
I think of thee who art the death of parting	N
Of him who crying Father breathed his last	G3
Then radiant from the sepulchre upstarted	G3
Even then I think thy hands and feet kept smarting	N
With us the bitterness of death is past	G3
But by the feet he still doth hold us fast	G3
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Therefore our hands thy feet do hold as fast	G3
We pray not to be spared the sorest pang	H3
But only be thou with us to the last	G3
Let not our heart be troubled at the clang	H3
Of hammer and nails nor dread the spear's keen fang	H3
Nor the ghast sickening that comes of pain	I3
Nor yet the last clutch of the banished brain	I3
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Lord pity us we have no making power	J3
Then give us making will adopting thine	U2
Make make and make us temper and refine	U2
Be in us patience neither to start nor cower	J3
Christ if thou be not with us not by sign	U2
But presence actual as the wounds that bleed	G3
We shall not bear it but shall die indeed	G3
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O Christ have pity on all men when they come	M
Unto the border haunted of dismay	K3
When that they know not draweth very near	R
The other thing the opposite of day	K3
Formless and ghastly sick and gaping dumb	M
Before which even love doth lose his cheer	R
O radiant Christ remember then thy fear	R
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Be by me Lord this day Thou know'st I mean	L3
Lord make me mind thee I herewith forestall	Q2
My own forgetfulness when I stoop to glean	L3
The corn of earth which yet thy hand lets fall	Q2
Be for me then against myself Oh lean	L3
Over me then when I invert my cup	M3
Take me if by the hair and lift me up	M3
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Lord of essential life help me to die	G3
To will to die is one with highest life	N3
The mightiest act that to Will's hand doth lie	G3
Born of God's essence and of man's hard strife	N3
God give me strength my evil self to kill	H
And die into the heaven of thy pure will	H
Then shall this body's death be very tolerable	O3
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As to our mothers came help in our birth	U
Not lost in lifing us but saved and blest	G3
Self bearing self although right sorely prest	G3
Shall nothing lose but die and be at rest	G3
In life eternal beyond all care and dearth	U
God born then truly a man does no more ill	H
Perfectly loves and has whate'er he will	H
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As our dear animals do suffer less	P3
Because their pain spreads neither right nor left	G3
Lost in oblivion and foresightlessness	P3
Our suffering sore by faith shall be bereft	G3
Of all dismay and every weak excess	P3
His presence shall be better in our pain	I3
Than even self absence to the weaker brain	I3
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Father let this cup pass He prayed was heard	G3
What cup was it that passed away from him	Q3
Sure not the death cup now filled to the brim	Q3
There was no quailing in the awful word	G3
He still was king of kings of lords the lord	G3
He feared lest in the suffering waste and grim	Q3
His faith might grow too faint and sickly dim	Q3
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Thy mind my master I will dare explore	P
What we are told that we are meant to know	W2
Into thy soul I search yet more and more	P
Led by the lamp of my desire and woe	W2
If thee my Lord I may not understand	G3
I am a wanderer in a houseless land	G3
A weeping thirst by hot winds ever fanned	G3
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Therefore I look again and think I see	P3
That when at last he did cry out My God	G3
Why hast thou me forsaken straight man's rod	G3
Was turned aside for that same moment he	P3
Cried Father and gave up will and breath and spirit	G3
Into his hands whose all he did inherit	G3
Delivered glorified eternally	P3