The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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November 25
LIGHT AND SHADOW |
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November 25 LIGHT AND SHADOW
“And the Lord went before them ... in a pillar of a cloud,
to lead them the way.”—Exod. xiii. 21.
There is no joy without a shade,
Nor were it joy for souls unless
This out of very grandeur made
A cloud to hide its loveliness;
We could not brook that naked light
Which is a very ray of God,
So doth it gather of the night
And cometh dimly draped and shod.
Nor were it joy for souls unless
This out of very grandeur made
A cloud to hide its loveliness;
We could not brook that naked light
Which is a very ray of God,
So doth it gather of the night
And cometh dimly draped and shod.
I would not wish for brighter gaze
Than that which visits me at times,
When angels dwarf their burning blaze
Of splendour to unspacious climes;
I feel, I know the earthly bond
They wear is not for gladness free,
It hardly veils the heaven beyond
Of visions now we may not see.
Than that which visits me at times,
When angels dwarf their burning blaze
Of splendour to unspacious climes;
I feel, I know the earthly bond
They wear is not for gladness free,
It hardly veils the heaven beyond
Of visions now we may not see.
I thank Thee, Father, for the sun
Which scatters broad and generous beams,
But in the depths of darkness run
More rich and more refreshing streams;
I thank Thee stars are stainèd white
And mist lies on the clearest coast,
For thus I trace the Infinite
And touch Thee in the twilight most.
Which scatters broad and generous beams,
But in the depths of darkness run
More rich and more refreshing streams;
I thank Thee stars are stainèd white
And mist lies on the clearest coast,
For thus I trace the Infinite
And touch Thee in the twilight most.
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