The new minnesinger and other poems By Arran Leigh [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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SPIRIT-LONELINESS.
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SPIRIT-LONELINESS.
But one thing is needful.
—St. Luke x. 42.
Only to Thee I look, I do not need
That life should smile,
If beauteous on thy bending face I read
Content the while,
That life should smile,
If beauteous on thy bending face I read
Content the while,
Life may look ruggedly; but, Lord, I must
Weep all the way,
When, if thou walkest with me, still Thou dost
But little say.
Weep all the way,
When, if thou walkest with me, still Thou dost
But little say.
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When with thy child it seems Thou hast forgot
Counsel to take;
When I have cried to Thee, and Thou wilt not
The silence break:
Counsel to take;
When I have cried to Thee, and Thou wilt not
The silence break:
When I nor faint nor fall, but onward press,
Striving to be
True through the dark and mist; but none the less
Sicken for Thee.
Striving to be
True through the dark and mist; but none the less
Sicken for Thee.
Wounded I was, and Thou didst make me whole;
But, now I look
That Thou should'st be the dayfriend of my soul,
I am forsook.
But, now I look
That Thou should'st be the dayfriend of my soul,
I am forsook.
Thou knowest in my sickness and my pain
I need Thee sore;
But when I strive the mastery to gain
O'er sin, still more.
I need Thee sore;
But when I strive the mastery to gain
O'er sin, still more.
Be not responseless! to my prayerful call
Make some reply,
Lest, worn with waiting, into sin I fall
To bring Thee nigh.
Make some reply,
Lest, worn with waiting, into sin I fall
To bring Thee nigh.
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I know Thou canst not from thy wandering sheep
A long while stay;
Yet leav'st me lonely, when I strive to keep
The narrow way.
A long while stay;
Yet leav'st me lonely, when I strive to keep
The narrow way.
Such yearning for Thee doth my heart possess,
I have small choice
How Thou should'st speak to me—to blame, or bless;
I need Thy voice.
I have small choice
How Thou should'st speak to me—to blame, or bless;
I need Thy voice.
Come to me, and it shall be well howe'er
Thou com'st; thine own
Can bear of Thee all bitterness, but ne'er
Be left alone.
Thou com'st; thine own
Can bear of Thee all bitterness, but ne'er
Be left alone.
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