 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
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LIBERA NOS, QUAESUMUS
When man enters into the Holy Place, the Kingdom comes.
Fellowship
When darkness falls upon the life of mind;When utter sickness to the heart assign'd
Makes morbid thoughts on all our days intrude;
When uncompanion'd in our need we stand,
One is still with us in the shrouded land—
Our own soul with us in the solitude.
Set therefore free the soul and let her cease
From evil, knowing what is right and wrong;
And seeing that her days in Thine are long
Grant that her endless days be also peace!
He who has found his soul is never alone.
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