the diary of an old soul(一颗衰老灵魂的日记)-第3节
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when next thou lookest o'er the brink Of my horizon； should my spirit
shrink； Reproached and fearful； nor to greet thee run？ Can I be two when I
am only one。
14。
My soul must unawares have sunk awry。 Some care； poor eagerness；
ambition of work； Some old offence that unforgiving did lurk； Or some
self…gratulation； soft and sly Something not thy sweet will； not the good
part； While the home…guard looked out； stirred up the old murk； And so I
gloomed away from thee； my Heart。
15。
Therefore I make provision； ere I begin To do the thing thou givest me
to do； Praying；Lord； wake me oftener； lest I sin。 Amidst my work； open
thine eyes on me； That I may wake and laugh； and know and see Then
with healed heart afresh catch up the clue； And singing drop into my work
anew。
16。
If I should slow diverge； and listless stray Into some thought； feeling；
or dream unright； O Watcher； my backsliding soul affray； Let me not
perish of the ghastly blight。 Be thou； O Life eternal； in me light； Then
merest approach of selfish or impure Shall start me up alive； awake；
secure。
17。
Lord； I have fallen againa human clod！ Selfish I was； and heedless to
offend； Stood on my rights。 Thy own child would not send Away his
shreds of nothing for the whole God！ Wretched； to thee who savest； low I
bend： Give me the power to let my rag…rights go In the great wind that
from thy gulf doth blow。
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18。
Keep me from wrath； let it seem ever so right： My wrath will never
work thy righteousness。 Up； up the hill； to the whiter than snow…shine；
Help me to climb； and dwell in pardon's light。 I must be pure as thou； or
ever less Than thy design of metherefore incline My heart to take men's
wrongs as thou tak'st mine。
19。
Lord； in thy spirit's hurricane； I pray； Strip my soul nakeddress it then
thy way。 Change for me all my rags to cloth of gold。 Who would not
poverty for riches yield？ A hovel sell to buy a treasure…field？ Who would a
mess of porridge careful hold Against the universe's birthright old？
20。
Help me to yield my will； in labour even； Nor toil on toil； greedy of
doing； heap Fretting I cannot more than me is given； That with the finest
clay my wheel runs slow； Nor lets the lovely thing the shapely grow； That
memory what thought gives it cannot keep； And nightly rimes ere morn
like cistus…petals go。
21。
'Tisshall thy will be done for me？or mine； And I be made a thing
not after thine My own； and dear in paltriest details？ Shall I be born of
God； or of mere man？ Be made like Christ； or on some other plan？ I let
all run：set thou and trim my sails； Home then my course； let blow
whatever gales。
22。
With thee on board； each sailor is a king Nor I mere captain of my
vessel then； But heir of earth and heaven； eternal child； Daring all truth；
nor fearing anything； Mighty in love； the servant of all men； Resenting
nothing； taking rage and blare Into the Godlike silence of a loving care。
23。
I cannot see； my God； a reason why 》From morn to night I go not
gladsome free； For； if thou art what my soul thinketh thee； There is no
burden but should lightly lie； No duty but a joy at heart must be： Love's
perfect will can be nor sore nor small； For God is lightin him no
darkness is at all。
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24。
'Tis something thus to think； and half to trust But； ah！ my very heart；
God…born； should lie Spread to the light； clean； clear of mire and rust； And
like a sponge drink the divine sunbeams。 What resolution then； strong；
swift； and high！ What pure devotion； or to live or die！ And in my sleep；
what true； what perfect dreams！
25。
There is a misty twilight of the soul； A sickly eclipse； low brooding
o'er a man； When the poor brain is as an empty bowl； And the thought…
spirit； weariful and wan； Turning from that which yet it loves the best；
Sinks moveless； with life…poverty opprest： Watch then； O Lord； thy
feebly glimmering coal。
26。
I cannot think； in me is but a void； I have felt much； and want to feel
no more； My soul is hungry for some poorer fare Some earthly nectar；
gold not unalloyed： The little child that's happy to the core； Will leave
his mother's lap； run down the stair； Play with the servantsis his mother
annoyed？
27。
I would not have it so。 Weary and worn； Why not to thee run straight；
and be at rest？ Motherward； with toy new； or garment torn； The child that
late forsook her changeless breast； Runs to home's heart； the heaven that's
heavenliest： In joy or sorrow； feebleness or might； Peace or commotion； be
thou； Father； my delight。
28。
The thing I would say； still comes forth with doubt And difference：is
it that thou shap'st my ends？ Or is it only the necessity Of stubborn words；
that shift sluggish about； Warping my thought as it the sentence bends？
Have thou a part in it； O Lord； and I Shall say a truth； if not the thing I try。
29。
Gather my broken fragments to a whole； As these four quarters make a
shining day。 Into thy basket； for my golden bowl； Take up the things that I
have cast away In vice or indolence or unwise play。 Let mine be a merry；
all…receiving heart； But make it a whole； with light in every part。
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MARCH。
1。
THE song birds that come to me night and morn； Fly oft away and
vanish if I sleep； Nor to my fowling…net will one return： Is the thing ever
ours we cannot keep？ But their souls go not out into the deep。 What
matter if with changed song they come back？ Old strength nor yet fresh
beauty shall they lack。
2。
Gloriously wasteful； O my Lord； art thou！ Sunset faints after sunset
into the night； Splendorously dying from thy window…sill For ever。 Sad
our poverty doth bow Before the riches of thy making might： Sweep from
thy space thy systems at thy will In thee the sun sets every sunset still。
3。
And in the perfect time； O perfect God； When we are in our home； our
natal home； When joy shall carry every sacred load； And from its life and
peace no heart shall roam； What if thou make us able to make like thee
To light with moons； to clothe with greenery； To hang gold sunsets o'er a
rose and purple sea！
4。
Then to his neighbour one may call out； 〃Come！ Brother； come hither…
…I would show you a thing；〃 And lo； a vision of his imagining； Informed of
thought which else had rested dumb； Before the neighbour's truth…
delighted eyes； In the great 鎡 her of existence rise； And two hearts each
to each the closer cling！
5。
We make； but thou art the creating core。 Whatever thing I dream；
invent； or feel； Thou art the heart of it； the atmosphere。 Thou art inside all
love man ever bore； Yea； the love itself； whatever thing be dear。 Man calls
his dog； he follows at his heel； Because thou first art love； self…caused；
essential； mere。
6。
This day be with me； Lord； when I go forth； Be nearer to me than I am
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able to ask。 In merriment； in converse； or in task； Walking the street；
listening to men of worth； Or greeting such as only talk and bask； Be thy
thought still my waiting soul around； And if He come； I shall be watching
found。
7。
What if； writing； I always seem to leave Some better thing； or better
way； behind； Why should I therefore fret at all； or grieve！ The worse I drop；
that I the better find； The best is only in thy perfect mind。 Fallen threads I
will not search forI will weave。 Wh
