A Parson's Letter To A Young Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIIJ KGLMNO KKPQRSOT UVAWXO YOZOOOO ZA2B2OZZOGO OZZ C2OOZKD GZZZZGC2ZZC2D2B ZZE2BGOGF2ZZOG2KG H2KZZI2GG OAKOOZKJ2ZZVOOOK2RGG L2GNZAKZ ZOZZM2M2WZOV KOK2KOOOKZOO ZOOZZON2GNWOO OOOO2P2OOZGQ2 GR2S2OOOOL2GOOK GKT2GOU2U2ZK AROOOZGOOOB2ZD OV2OOZO ZKW2GZ BOZZZZZZGKGX2OS2ZZW2 ZROG OZG2Y2Z2ZA3B3OH2OZOC 2 OC3OOOZZGD3 OZA3 GE3OJ2GOZE2KF3OG3Z OZKZZ2OZH3ZOOI3T2ZU2 J2Z KB3GKZOV2OZOG OKZZOOJ3KOZT2KZOM2RK 3ZK3B3ZZL3ZZKS2 M2OZZM3ZKGAOKG E2OOZOZOT2ZGG KA3N2AOZ2OG KT2OAN3E3Z2ZO3O3OA3 I2OZZGE3ZL2 L2BN2OGRX2OVW2GKZI2G J2ZZOZ WGOP3KWZG OOKWGGZOOZOQ3OGC2Z OOGOKU2OOZ OGOZGR3OZ ZO2AZZZOOD3T2OOC3O GRROX2X2OOG ZOOO3ZB2 GZZGM2O3ZOGOZ| They said Too late too late the work is done | A |
| Great Homer sang of glory and strong men | B |
| And that fair Greek whose fault all these long years | C |
| Wins no forgetfulness nor ever can | D |
| For yet cold eyes upon her frailty bend | E |
| For yet the world waits in the victor's tent | F |
| Daily and sees an old man honourable | G |
| His white head bowed surprise to passionate tears | H |
| Awestruck Achilles sighing 'I have endured | I |
| The like whereof no soul hath yet endured | I |
| To kiss the hand of him that slew my son ' | J |
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| They said We rich by him are rich by more | K |
| One Aeschylus found watchfires on a hill | G |
| That lit Old Night's three daughters to their work | L |
| When the forlorn Fate leaned to their red light | M |
| And sat a spinning to her feet he came | N |
| And marked her till she span off all her thread | O |
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| O it is late good sooth to cry for more | K |
| The work once done well done they said forbear | K |
| A Tuscan afterward discovered steps | P |
| Over the line of life in its mid way | Q |
| He climbed the wall of Heaven beheld his love | R |
| Safe at her singing and he left his foes | S |
| In a vale of shadow weltering unassoiled | O |
| Immortal sufferers henceforth in both worlds | T |
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| Who may inherit next or who shall match | U |
| The Swan of Avon and go float with him | V |
| Down the long river of life aneath a sun | A |
| Not veiled and high at noon the river of life | W |
| That as it ran reflected all its lapse | X |
| And rippling on the plumage of his breast | O |
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| Thou hast them heed them for thy poets now | Y |
| Albeit of tongue full sweet and majesty | O |
| Like even to theirs are fallen on evil days | Z |
| Are wronged by thee of life wronged of the world | O |
| Look back they must and show thee thy fair past | O |
| Or choosing thy to day they may but chant | O |
| As they behold | O |
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| The mother glowworm broods | Z |
| Upon her young fast folded in the egg | A2 |
| And long before they come to life they shine | B2 |
| The mother age broods on her shining thought | O |
| That liveth but whose life is hid He comes | Z |
| Her poet son and lo you he can see | Z |
| The shining and he takes it to his breast | O |
| And fashions for it wings that it may fly | G |
| And show its sweet light in the dusky world | O |
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| Mother O Mother of our dusk to day | O |
| What hast thou lived for bards to sing of thee | Z |
| Lapsed water cannot flow above its source | Z |
| 'The kid must browse ' they said 'where she is tied ' | - |
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| Son of to day rise up and answer them | C2 |
| What wilt thou let thy mother sit ashamed | O |
| And crownless Set the crown on her fair head | O |
| She waited for thy birth she cries to thee | Z |
| Thou art the man He that hath ears to hear | K |
| To him the mother cries Thou art the man | D |
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| She murmurs for thy mother's voice is low | G |
| Methought the men of war were even as gods | Z |
| The old men of the ages Now mine eyes | Z |
| Retrieve the truth from ruined city walls | Z |
| That buried it from carved and curious homes | Z |
| Full of rich garments and all goodly spoil | G |
| Where having burned battered and wasted them | C2 |
| They flung it Give us give us better gods | Z |
| Than these that drink with blood upon their hands | Z |
| For I repent me that I worshipped them | C2 |
| O that there might be yet a going up | D2 |
| O to forget and to begin again | B |
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| Is not thy mother's rede at one with theirs | Z |
| Who cry The work is done What though to thee | Z |
| Thee only should the utterance shape itself | E2 |
| O to forget and to begin again | B |
| Only of thee be heard as that keen cry | G |
| Rending its way from some distracted heart | O |
| That yields it and so breaks Yet list the cry | G |
| Begin for her again and learn to sing | F2 |
| But first in all thy learning learn to be | Z |
| Is life a field then plough it up re sow | Z |
| With worthier seed Is life a ship O heed | O |
| The southing of thy stars Is life a breath | G2 |
| Breathe deeper draw life up from hour to hour | K |
| Aye from the deepest deep in thy deep soul | G |
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| It may be God's first work is but to breathe | H2 |
| And fill the abysm with drifts of shining air | K |
| That slowly slowly curdle into worlds | Z |
| A little space is measured out to us | Z |
| Of His long leisure breathe and grow therein | I2 |
| For life alas is short and When we die | G |
| It is not for a little while | G |
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| They said | O |
| The work is done and is it therefore done | A |
| Speak rather to thy mother thus All fair | K |
| Lady of ages beautiful To day | O |
| And sorrowful To day thy children set | O |
| The crown of sorrow on their heads their loss | Z |
| Is like to be the loss of all we hear | K |
| Lamenting as of some that mourn in vain | J2 |
| Loss of high leadership but where is he | Z |
| That shall be great enough to lead thee now | Z |
| Where is thy Poet thou hast wanted him | V |
| Where Thou hast wakened as a child in the night | O |
| And found thyself alone The stars have set | O |
| There is great darkness and the dark is void | O |
| Of music Who shall set thy life afresh | K2 |
| And sing thee thy new songs Whom wilt thou love | R |
| And lean on to break silence worthily | G |
| Discern the beauty in thy goings feel | G |
| The glory of thy yearning thy self scorn | L2 |
| Matter to dim oblivion with a smile | G |
| Own thy great want that knew not its great name | N |
| O who shall make to thee mighty amends | Z |
| For thy lost childhood joining two in one | A |
| Thyself and Him Behold Him He is near | K |
| God is thy Poet now | Z |
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| A King sang once | Z |
| Long years ago 'My soul is athirst for God | O |
| Yea for the living God' thy thirst and his | Z |
| Are one It is thy Poet whom thy hands | Z |
| Grope for not knowing Life is not enough | M2 |
| Nor love nor learning Death is not enough | M2 |
| Even to them happy who forecast new life | W |
| But give us now and satisfy us now | Z |
| Give us now now to live in the life of God | O |
| Give us now now to be at one with Him | V |
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| Would I had words I have not words for her | K |
| Only for thee and thus I tell them out | O |
| For every man the world is made afresh | K2 |
| To God both it and he are young There are | K |
| Who call upon Him night and morn and night | O |
| Where is the kingdom Give it us to day | O |
| We would be here with God not there with God | O |
| Make Thine abode with us great Wayfarer | K |
| And let our souls sink deeper into Thee | Z |
| There are who send but yearnings forth in quest | O |
| They know not why of good they know not what | O |
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| The unknown life and strange its stirring is | Z |
| The babe knows nought of life yet clothed in it | O |
| And yearning only for its mother's breast | O |
| Feeds thus the unheeded thing and as for thee | Z |
| That life thou hast is hidden from thine eyes | Z |
| And when it yearns thou knowing not for what | O |
| Wouldst fain appease it with one grand deep joy | N2 |
| One draught of passionate peace but wilt thou know | G |
| The other name of joy the better name | N |
| Of peace It is thy Father's name Thy life | W |
| Yearns to its Source The spirit thirsts for God | O |
| Even the living God | O |
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| But No thou sayest | O |
| My heart is all in ruins with pain my feet | O |
| Tread a dry desert where there is no way | O |
| Nor water I look back and deep through time | O2 |
| The old words come but faintly up the track | P2 |
| Trod by the sons of men The man He sent | O |
| The Prince of life methinks I could have loved | O |
| If I had looked once in His deep man's eyes | Z |
| But long ago He died and long ago | G |
| Is gone | Q2 |
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| He is not dead He cannot go | G |
| Men's faith at first was like a mastering stream | R2 |
| Like Jordan the descender leaping down | S2 |
| Pure from his snow and warmed of tropic heat | O |
| Hiding himself in verdure then at last | O |
| In a Dead Sea absorbed as faith of doubt | O |
| But yet the snow lies thick on Hermon's breast | O |
| And daily at his source the stream is born | L2 |
| Go up go mark the whiteness of the snow Thy | G |
| faith is not thy Saviour not thy God | O |
| Though faith waste fruitless down a desert old | O |
| The living God is new and He is near | K |
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| What need to look behind thee and to sigh | G |
| When God left speaking He went on before | K |
| To draw men after following up and on | T2 |
| And thy heart fails because thy feet are slow | G |
| Thou think'st of Him as one that will not wait | O |
| A Father and not wait He waited long | U2 |
| For us and yet perchance He thinks not long | U2 |
| And will not count the time There are no dates | Z |
| In His fine leisure | K |
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| Speak then as a son | A |
| Father I come to satisfy Thy love | R |
| With mine for I had held Thee as remote | O |
| The background of the stars Time's yesterday | O |
| Illimitable Absence Now my heart | O |
| Communes methinks with somewhat teaching me | Z |
| Thou art the Great To day God is it so | G |
| Then for all love that WAS I thank Thee God | O |
| It is and yet shall hide And I have part | O |
| In all for in Thine image I was made | O |
| To Thee my spirit yearns as Thou to mine | B2 |
| If aught be stamped of Thy Divine on me | Z |
| And man be God like God is like to man | D |
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| Dear and dread Lord I have not found it hard | O |
| To fear Thee though Thy love in visible form | V2 |
| Bled 'neath a thorny crown but since indeed | O |
| For kindred's sake and likeness Thou dost thirst | O |
| To draw men nigh and make them one with Thee | Z |
| My soul shall answer 'Thou art what I want | O |
| I am athirst for God the living God ' | - |
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| Then straightway flashes up athwart the words | Z |
| And if I be a son I am very far | K |
| From my great Father's house I am not clean | W2 |
| I have not always willed it should be so | G |
| And the gold of life is rusted with my tears | Z |
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| It is enough He never said to men | B |
| Seek ye My face in vain And have they sought | O |
| Beautiful children well beloved sons | Z |
| Opening wide eyes to ache among the moons | Z |
| All night and sighing because star multitudes | Z |
| Fainted away as to a glittering haze | Z |
| And sparkled here and there like silver wings | Z |
| Confounding them with nameless numberless | Z |
| Unbearable fine flocks It is not well | G |
| For them for thee Hast thou gone forth so far | K |
| To the unimaginable steeps on high | G |
| Trembling and seeking God Yet now come home | X2 |
| Cry cry to Him I cannot search Thee out | O |
| But Thou and I must meet O come come down | S2 |
| Come And that cry shall have the mastery | Z |
| Ay He shall come in truth to visit thee | Z |
| And thou shalt mourn to Him Unclean unclean | W2 |
| But never more I will to have it so | Z |
| From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love | R |
| To long for pureness to desire a mount | O |
| Of consecration it were good to scale | G |
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| Look you it is to day as at the first | O |
| When Adam first was 'ware his new made eyes | Z |
| And opened them behold the light And breath | G2 |
| Of God was misting yet about his mouth | Y2 |
| Whereof they had made his soul Then he looked forth | Z2 |
| And was a part of light also he saw | Z |
| Beautiful life and it could move But Eve Eve | A3 |
| was the child of midnight and of sleep | B3 |
| Lo in the dark God led her to his side | O |
| It may be in the dark she heard him breathe | H2 |
| Before God woke him And she knew not light | O |
| Nor life but as a voice that left his lips | Z |
| A warmth that clasped her but the stars were out | O |
| And she with wide child eyes gazed up at them | C2 |
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| Haply she thought that always it was night | O |
| Haply he whispering to her in that reach | C3 |
| Of beauteous darkness gave her unworn heart | O |
| A rumour of the dawn and wakened it | O |
| To a trembling and a wonder and a want | O |
| Kin to his own and as he longed to gaze | Z |
| On his new fate the gracious mystery | Z |
| His wife she may have longed and felt not why | G |
| After the light that never she had known | D3 |
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| So doth each age walk in the light beheld | O |
| Nor think on light if it be light or no | Z |
| Then comes the night to it and in the night Eve | A3 |
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| The God given the most beautiful | G |
| Eve And she is not seen for darkness' sake | E3 |
| Yet when she makes her gracious presence felt | O |
| The age perceives how dark it is and fain | J2 |
| Fain would have daylight fain would see her well | G |
| A beauty half revealed a helpmeet sent | O |
| To draw the soul away from valley clods | Z |
| Made from itself yet now a better self | E2 |
| Soul in the soulless arrow tipped with fire | K |
| Let down into a careless breast a pang | F3 |
| Sweeter than healing that cries out with it | O |
| For light all light and is beheld at length | G3 |
| The morning dawns | Z |
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| Were not we born to light | O |
| Ay and we saw the men and women as saints | Z |
| Walk in a garden All our thoughts were fair | K |
| Our simple hearts as dovecotes full of doves | Z |
| Made home and nest for them They fluttered forth | Z2 |
| And flocks of them flew white about the world | O |
| And dreams were like to ships that floated us | Z |
| Far out on silent floods apart from earth | H3 |
| From life so far that we could see their lights | Z |
| In heaven and hear the everlasting tide | O |
| All dappled with that fair reflected gold | O |
| Wash up against the city wall and sob | I3 |
| At the dark bows of vessels that drew on | T2 |
| Heavily freighted with departed souls | Z |
| To whom did spirits sing but on that song | U2 |
| Might none albeit the meaning was right plain | J2 |
| Impose the harsh captivity of words | Z |
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| Afterward waking sweet was early air | K |
| Full excellent was morning whether deep | B3 |
| The snow lay keenly white and shrouds of hail | G |
| Blurred the grey breaker on a long foreshore | K |
| And swarming plover ran and wild white mews | Z |
| And sea pies printed with a thousand feet | O |
| The fallen whiteness making shrill the storm | V2 |
| Or whether soothed of sunshine throbbed and hummed | O |
| The mill atween its bowering maple trees | Z |
| And churned the leaping beck that reared and urged | O |
| A diamond dripping wheel | G |
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| The happy find | O |
| Equality of beauty everywhere | K |
| To feed on All of shade and sheen is theirs | Z |
| All the strange fashions and the fair wise ways | Z |
| Of lives beneath man's own He breathes delight | O |
| Whose soul is fresh whose feet are wet with dew | O |
| And the melted mist of morning when at watch | J3 |
| Sunk deep in fern he marks the stealthy roe | K |
| Silent as sleep or shadow cross the glade | O |
| Or dart athwart his view as August stars | Z |
| Shoot and are out while gracefully pace on | T2 |
| The wild eyed harts to their traditional tree | K |
| To clear the velvet from their budded horns | Z |
| There is no want both God and life are kind | O |
| It is enough to hear it is enough | M2 |
| To see the pale wide barley field they love | R |
| And its weird beauty and the pale wide moon | K3 |
| That lowering seems to lurk between the sheaves | Z |
| So in the rustic hamlet at high noon | K3 |
| The white owl sailing drowsed and deaf with sleep | B3 |
| To hide her head in turrets browned of moss | Z |
| That is the rust of time Ay so the pinks | Z |
| And mountain grass marked on a sharp sea cliff | L3 |
| While far below the northern diver feeds | Z |
| She having ended settling while she sits | Z |
| As vessels water logged that sink at sea | K |
| And quietly into the deep go down | S2 |
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| It is enough to wake it is enough | M2 |
| To sleep With God and time he leaves the rest | O |
| But on a day death on the doorstep sits | Z |
| Waiting or like a veil d woman walks | Z |
| Dogging his footsteps or athwart his path | M3 |
| The splendid passion flower love unfolds | Z |
| Buds full of sorrow not ordained to know | K |
| Appeasement through the answer of a sigh | G |
| The kiss of pity with denial given | A |
| The crown and blossom of accomplishment | O |
| Or haply comes the snake with subtlety | K |
| And tempts him with an apple to know all | G |
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| So Shut the gate the story tells itself | E2 |
| Over and over Eden must be lost | O |
| If after it be won He stands at fault | O |
| Not knowing at all how this should be he feels | Z |
| The great bare barrenness o' the outside world | O |
| He thinks on Time and what it has to say | Z |
| He thinks on God but God has changed His hand | O |
| Sitting afar And as the moon draws on | T2 |
| To cover the day king in his eclipse | Z |
| And thin the last fine sickle of light till all | G |
| Be gone so fares it with his darkened soul | G |
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| The dark but not Orion sparkling there | K |
| With his best stars the dark but not yet Eve | A3 |
| And now the wellsprings of sweet natural joy | N2 |
| Lie as the Genie sealed of Solomon | A |
| Fast prisoned in his heart he hath not learned | O |
| The spell whereby to loose and set them forth | Z2 |
| And all the glad delights that boyhood loved | O |
| Smell at Oblivion's poppy and lie still | G |
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| Ah they must sleep The mill can grind no more | K |
| With water that hath passed Let it run on | T2 |
| For he hath caught a whisper in the night | O |
| This old inheritance in darkness given | A |
| The world is widened warmed it is alive | N3 |
| Comes to his beating heart and bids it wake | E3 |
| Opens the door to youth and bids it forth | Z2 |
| Exultant for expansion and release | Z |
| And bent to satisfy the mighty wish | O3 |
| Comfort and satisfy the mighty wish | O3 |
| Life of his life the soul's immortal child | O |
| That is to him as Eve | A3 |
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| He cannot win | I2 |
| Nor earn nor see nor hear nor comprehend | O |
| With all the watch tender impetuous | Z |
| That wastes him this whereof no less he feels | Z |
| Infinite things but yet the night is full | G |
| Of air beats and of heart beats for her sake | E3 |
| Eve the aspirer give her what she wants | Z |
| Or wherefore was he born | L2 |
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| O he was born | L2 |
| To wish then turn away to wish again | B |
| And half forget his wish for earthlier joy | N2 |
| He draws the net to land that brings red gold | O |
| His dreams among the meshes tangled lie | G |
| And learning hath him at her feet and love | R |
| The sea born creature fresh from her sea foam | X2 |
| Touches the ruddiest veins in his young heart | O |
| Makes it to sob in him and sigh in him | V |
| Restless repelled dying alive and keen | W2 |
| Fainting away for the remorseless ALL | G |
| Gone by gone up or sweetly gone before | K |
| But never in his arms Then pity comes | Z |
| Knocks at his breast it may be and comes in | I2 |
| Makes a wide wound that haply will not heal | G |
| But bleeds for poverty and crime and pain | J2 |
| Till for the dear kin's sake he grandly dares | Z |
| Or wastes him with a wise improvidence | Z |
| But who can stir the weighty world or who | O |
| Can drink a sea of tears | Z |
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| O love and life | W |
| O world and can it be that this is all | G |
| Leave him to tread expectance underfoot | O |
| Let him alone to tame down his great hope | P3 |
| Before it breaks his heart Give me my share | K |
| That I foresaw my place my draught of life | W |
| This that I bear what is it me no less | Z |
| It binds I cannot disenslave my soul | G |
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| There is but halting for the wearied foot | O |
| The better way is hidden faith hath failed | O |
| One stronger far than reason mastered her | K |
| It is not reason makes faith hard but life | W |
| The husks of his dead creed downtrod and dry | G |
| Are powerless now as some dishonoured spell | G |
| Some aged Pythia in her priestly clothes | Z |
| Some widow'd witch divining by the dead | O |
| Or if he keep one shrine undesecrate | O |
| And go to it from time to time with tears | Z |
| What lies there A dead Christ enswathed and cold | O |
| A Christ that did not rise The linen cloth | Q3 |
| Is wrapped about His head He lies embalmed | O |
| With myrrh and spices in His sepulchre | G |
| The love of God that daily dies to them | C2 |
| That trust it the One Life the all that lives | Z |
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| O mother Eve who wert beguiled of old | O |
| Thy blood is in thy children thou art yet | O |
| Their fate and copy with thy milk they drew | G |
| The immortal want of morning but thy day | O |
| Dawned and was over and thy children know | K |
| Contentment never nor continuance long | U2 |
| For even thus it is with them the day | O |
| Waxeth to wane anon and a long night | O |
| Leaves the dark heart unsatisfied with stars | Z |
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| A soul in want and restless and bereft | O |
| To whom all life hath lied shall it too lie | G |
| Saying I yield Thee thanks most mighty God | O |
| Thou hast been pleased to make me thus and thus | Z |
| I do submit me to Thy sovereign will | G |
| That I full oft should hunger and not have | R3 |
| And vainly yearn after the perfect good | O |
| Gladness and peace | Z |
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| No rather dare think thus | Z |
| Ere chaos first had being earth or time | O2 |
| My Likeness was apparent in high heaven | A |
| Divine and manlike and his dwelling place | Z |
| Was the bosom of the Father By His hands | Z |
| Were the worlds made and filled with diverse growths | Z |
| And ordered lives Then afterward they said | O |
| Taking strange counsel as if he who worked | O |
| Hitherto should not henceforth work alone | D3 |
| 'Let us make man ' and God did look upon | T2 |
| That Divine Word which was the form of God | O |
| And it became a thought before the event | O |
| There they foresaw my face foreheard my speech | C3 |
| God like God loved God loving God derived | O |
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| And I was in a garden and I fell | G |
| Through envy of God's evil son but Love | R |
| Would not be robbed of me for ever Love | R |
| For my sake passed into humanity | O |
| And there for my first Father won me home | X2 |
| How should I rest then I have NOT gone home | X2 |
| I feed on husks and they given grudgingly | O |
| While my great Father Father O my God | O |
| What shall I do | G |
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| Ay I will dare think thus | Z |
| I cannot rest because He doth not rest | O |
| In whom I have my being THIS is GOD | O |
| My soul is conscious of His wondrous wish | O3 |
| And my heart's hunger doth but answer His | Z |
| Whose thought has met with mine | B2 |
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| I have not all | G |
| He moves me thus to take of Him what lacks | Z |
| My want is God's desire to give He yearns | Z |
| To add Himself to life and so for aye | G |
| Make it enough | M2 |
| A thought by night a wish | O3 |
| After the morning and behold it dawns | Z |
| Pathetic in a still solemnity | O |
| And mighty words are said for him once more | G |
| Let there be light Great heaven and earth have heard | O |
| And God comes down to him and Christ doth rise | Z |
Jean Ingelow
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