Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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GOD IS MY CANDLE.
I see my brothers groping still among the shades, that shine
For me who have no private will and catch the gleam divine;
But whether it be dusk or day both ever are akin,
And still I walk a sunlit way and have the light within;
I am not dark in deepest night of broadest creed or ken,
And if the stars have taken flight God is my candle then.
For me who have no private will and catch the gleam divine;
But whether it be dusk or day both ever are akin,
And still I walk a sunlit way and have the light within;
I am not dark in deepest night of broadest creed or ken,
And if the stars have taken flight God is my candle then.
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I hear the murmur of the hour, as others follow beams
Which burst in scornful scarlet flower to fade as dying dreams;
The tumult of the passing crowd that cannot pause to pray,
Tricked by the lure of learning's cloud and its pale wrecker's ray
Devoid of duty and the love illuming minds of men;
While out of silence from above God is my candle then.
Which burst in scornful scarlet flower to fade as dying dreams;
The tumult of the passing crowd that cannot pause to pray,
Tricked by the lure of learning's cloud and its pale wrecker's ray
Devoid of duty and the love illuming minds of men;
While out of silence from above God is my candle then.
I know the earth with all its care has many a burning torch,
That guides with meretricious glare to error's pleasant porch,
Through gloom that in its evil arms would snuff the glory out
And bury beauty's venal charms in rolling seas of doubt;
But yet the shadow of despair waits like a ghostly wen,
And in the ruin past repair God is my candle then.
That guides with meretricious glare to error's pleasant porch,
Through gloom that in its evil arms would snuff the glory out
And bury beauty's venal charms in rolling seas of doubt;
But yet the shadow of despair waits like a ghostly wen,
And in the ruin past repair God is my candle then.
I feel at times a curtain fall athwart the holiest lamp,
And on the cloister's solemn wall eclipse's ghastly stamp;
The world without becomes one blot wailed through with mocking wind,
And earth a hopeless tangled knot that nothing can unbind;
But O within a sudden flame that is the light of ten
Leaps in my heart, and at His name God is my candle then.
And on the cloister's solemn wall eclipse's ghastly stamp;
The world without becomes one blot wailed through with mocking wind,
And earth a hopeless tangled knot that nothing can unbind;
But O within a sudden flame that is the light of ten
Leaps in my heart, and at His name God is my candle then.
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