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“MORE, MORE, HAD I THE POWER’
More, more, had I the power, my soul would do.—
Am I content,—till all thy soul is bright
With God's own passionate unearthly light,
And on thy forehead all God's heaven of blue
Set like a jewel? Lo! I would renew
Thy soul, long-lost amid the pathless night,—
Be thine eternal champion in the fight,—
Bring thee from false ends towards love's purpose true.
Am I content,—till all thy soul is bright
With God's own passionate unearthly light,
And on thy forehead all God's heaven of blue
Set like a jewel? Lo! I would renew
Thy soul, long-lost amid the pathless night,—
Be thine eternal champion in the fight,—
Bring thee from false ends towards love's purpose true.
O love, thou knowest me not! My love hath lightened
From end to end of heaven, and heaven hath brightened;
It is a tender gift:—it is a sword
To cut all chains and armlets that surround thee.
Astray thou wast,—but lo! thy love hath found thee.
Rise. Thou art free to meet thy rightful lord.
From end to end of heaven, and heaven hath brightened;
It is a tender gift:—it is a sword
To cut all chains and armlets that surround thee.
Astray thou wast,—but lo! thy love hath found thee.
Rise. Thou art free to meet thy rightful lord.
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