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The Holy of Holies
I cannot show thee that for which I live,Nor mortal eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard
That which the Christ to those who live will give,
In the rich presence of the Living Word;
Go, cleanse thy soul, blot out the secret sin,
Put off thy shoes for this is holy ground;
And thou shalt see the kingdom come within,
And in its holy precincts too be found;
Awake, thou hast long filled the holy place
With idols that thy heart has lifted high,
From My pure temple every daemon chase,
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And thou shalt be my son, and I thy God
To lead thee in the way thy Master trod.
Poem No. 222; fall 1838–summer 1839
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