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There's a room in my soul that has long been closed	A
Many and many a year has passed	B
Since I stood at the door and looked my last	B
On the things within all seemly disposed	A
In the curtained obscurity nevermore	C
To be lit of the sun through window or door	C
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Looked my last with a sense of crime	D
On the smooth white bed where my dead had lain	E
At the cross I had left on the counterpane	E
Having kissed it twice and a long third time	D
Ere I laid it down where the head had been	E
With a rose for the breast and a lily between	E
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At her altar table where side by side	F
Lay her Bible her Hymnal her Book of Prayer	G
At her silent harp at her hallowed chair	G
Where ever at morning and eventide	F
With her hand on my head and my head on her knee	E
I had knelt that her blessing might rest on me	E
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At saint and angel on wall and screen	E
Painted and carven and silken wrought	F
At flower and bird by her hand and thought	F
Moulded to meanings of things unseen	E
At the sombre recess where dimly descried	F
Hung the shadowy form of the Crucified	F
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Looked my last with a sense of crime	D
As one who free of intent to slay	H
Hath yet unwitting made wide the way	H
For death to enter before his time	D
For had I not strayed from her sheltering side	F
Peradventure my mother had not died	F
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For this was the Chamber of Faith my Mother	I
Faith that was Mother and Sister and Wife	J
Joy of my joy and life of my life	J
Fair as none else was fair loved as no other	I
Mother to nourish me Sister to cheer	K
Wife to be dearest of all held dear	K
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And all of her now was the void she had left	F
And a stillness that even a sigh had profaned	F
Gone with her mysteries unexplained	F
And all her tokens of purport reft	F
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Save the reproach I seemed to trace	L
In the dumb appeal of each angel face	L
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So I closed the door and departed alone	E
And all these years I have dwelt aloof	M
In a turret chamber over the roof	M
With undarkened outlook on all things known	E
On horizons that ever enlarge and withdraw	N
On the boundless realms of immutable law	N
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Bereft of Faith but redeemed from fear	K
With enfranchised vision with reason free	E
From the bondage of ancient authority	E
I say to myself it is good to be here	O
High o'er all vain imaginings	L
And face to face with the truth of things	L
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But at times in the night to the drowsing sense	L
The sound of a harp played long ago	P
Floats faintly up from a room below	P
The old music of love and reverence	L
And I wake and behold all unaware	G
I have left my bed and am kneeling in prayer	G
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It is thus to night and with heart oppressed	F
By the heavy hand of the truth of things	L
I am fain of the old imaginings	L
And a hope arises within my breast	F
That beyond the beyond and above the above	Q
There yet may be things that I know not of	Q
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I will go down to the Chamber of Faith	R
Perchance in her symbols I yet may find	F
Some meaning missed some drift undivined	F
Some clue to a refuge this side of death	S
Where Reason and Faith where Man and Child	F
Where Law and Love may be reconciled	F
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I stand in her precincts alien estranged	F
A waking man in a place of dreams	L
How ghostly the room in the lamplight seems	L
Yet all is familiar all is unchanged	F
All that was fair still fair to see	L
Save the flowers which have withered for these were of me	L
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Frescoed seraph and carven saint	F
Gaze on me still with their wistful appeal	T
Oh Heavenly Ministries would I could feel	T
Some thrill of response however faint	F
Some touch some grace of the olden days	L
That would quicken my heart to prayer and praise	L
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Lo for a moment I burn to accost	F
Your Lord of Love in the old sweet way	H
I seize the harp and begin to play	H
But the chords are loose and the key is lost	F
And the sudden dissonance shatters the mood	F
Wherein the unseen is the understood	F
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Shatters the mood and arrests the thought	F
The fluttering thought that essayed to soar	C
To the region where seraph and saint adore	C
To the sphere where the wonders of Faith are wrought	F
And her symbols decline to pigment and stone	E
As I lapse again to the seen and known	E
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Wherefore then should I linger here	O
What is it I seek to understand	F
I open her Scriptures with random hand	F
And I chance on the words of the holy Seer	O
Which one of old in his chariot read	F
He was led as a sheep to the slaughter is led	F
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And I turn to the Christ Though my lamp grows dim	U
I can see the tortured arms outspread	F
The broken body and drooping head	F
And I would I could weep as I wept for Him	U
And I cry as I bend the unwonted knee	L
Quicken me Jesu Quicken me	L
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Thou in whom God and man are met	F
If indeed the twain in one can meet	F
Quicken me Lord as I kneel at Thy feet	F
By Thine Agony and Bloody Sweat	F
By Thy Cross and Passion Thy Death Thy Grave	V
Save if indeed Thou hast power to save	V
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By Thy rising again if indeed Thou didst rise	L
Oh if and if Oh doubt upon doubt	F
I cannot pray My light flickers out	F
And the Christ is hid from my straining eyes	L
And my groping hands in the darkness drear	O
Clasp but an image The Lord is not here	O
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Oh ye who have taken away my Lord	F
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In these palsied lips that are powerless to pray	O
In this fount run dry in this life grown grey	O
Behold your exceeding great reward	F
Oh gather the strong to your side if you will	W
But leave to the weak our Saviour still	W
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Why shame myself thus with a witless plea	L
There is none there is none that hath taken away	O
I alone did kiss and betray	O
But with tears I did it and oh it may be	L
That this way Renunciation lies	L
That Faith herself is my Sacrifice	L
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And who knows but beyond the narrow scope	X
Of these chamber walls she lives again	E
A transmuted force unnamed of men	E
One wave whereof is this trembling hope	X
That beyond the beyond and above the above	Q
There yet may be things that we know not of	Q

James Brunton Stephens

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