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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
XIX.
Come hither, Friends! Come hither, Friends!
So great the joy our Father sends,
I want to share with you.
For He hath made the blind receive
New sight! Come, help me to believe
The miracle is true!
So great the joy our Father sends,
I want to share with you.
For He hath made the blind receive
New sight! Come, help me to believe
The miracle is true!
“O what the joy? and whence the beam
That lights your look as with the gleam
Of waters in the waste?”
Come kneel by me on bended knee;
Ye must stoop low if ye would see,—
Lower, if ye would taste!
That lights your look as with the gleam
Of waters in the waste?”
Come kneel by me on bended knee;
Ye must stoop low if ye would see,—
Lower, if ye would taste!
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Sweet Friends, ye know the little grave
To which my heart would crawl and crave,
As 'twere a worm o' the dust?
I writhed so low, it rose so high,
The mound that shut out all my sky;
So broken was my trust.
To which my heart would crawl and crave,
As 'twere a worm o' the dust?
I writhed so low, it rose so high,
The mound that shut out all my sky;
So broken was my trust.
This morn I sought it! hardly one
Of all my unshed tears would run;
Instead—from out the sod—
A spring had gushed through dust and weeds!
And in the light of God it feeds
My life, direct from God.
Of all my unshed tears would run;
Instead—from out the sod—
A spring had gushed through dust and weeds!
And in the light of God it feeds
My life, direct from God.
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