You took my heart in your hand
With a friendly smile,
With a critical eye you scannd,
set it down,
And said, It is still unripe,
Better wait awhile;
Wait while the skylarks pipe,
Till the corn grows
As you set it down it broke
Broke, but I did not wince;
I smiled at the speech you spoke,
your judgement I heard:
But I have not often smiled
Since then, nor questiond since,
Nor cared for cornflowers
Nor sung with the singing bird.
I take my heart in my hand,
O my God, O my God,
My broken heart in my hand:
seen, judge Thou.
My hope was written on sand,
O my God, O my God:
Now let thy judgement stand
judge me now.
This contemnd of a man,
This marrd one heedless day,
This heart take thou to scan
within and without:
Refine with fire its gold,
Purge Thou its dross away
Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
none can pluck it out.
I take my heart in my hand
I shall not die, but live
Before Thy face I stand;
I, for Thou
All that I have I bring,
All that I am I give,
Smile Thou and I shall sing,
But shall not question
DOES the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the days journey take the
whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin.
the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or
call when just in sight?
They will not keep you waiting at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be
beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no
more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by
You tell me of our future that you plannd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel
then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the
darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget
Than that you should remember and be sad.
THE irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one
message of one sense to me:
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof, bound with the
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
sometimes I remember days of old
When fellowship seemd not so far to seek,
And all the world and I
seemd much less cold,
And at the rainbows foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong, and life itself not
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