第 7 节
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辛苦 更新:2022-04-12 11:59 字数:9322
Of love misprizedof sick abandoning;
To some a frozen heart; oh; worse than anything!
18。
To some a mocking demon; that doth set
The poor foiled will to scoff at the ideal;
But loathsome makes to them their life of jar。
The messengers of Satan think to mar;
But makedriving the soul from false to feal
To thee; the reconciler; the one real;
In whom alone the would be and the is are met。
19。
Me thou hast given an infinite unrest;
A hungernot at first after known good;
But something vague I knew not; and yet would
The veiled Isis; thy will not understood;
A conscience tossing ever in my breast;
And something deeper; that will not be expressed;
Save as the Spirit thinking in the Spirit's brood。
20。
But now the Spirit and I are one in this
My hunger now is after righteousness;
My spirit hopes in God to set me free
》From the low self loathed of the higher me。
Great elder brother of my second birth;
Dear o'er all names but one; in heaven or earth;
Teach me all day to love eternally。
21。
Lo; Lord; thou know'st; I would not anything
That in the heart of God holds not its root;
Nor falsely deem there is any life at all
That doth in him nor sleep nor shine nor sing;
I know the plants that bear the noisome fruit
Of burning and of ashes and of gall
》From God's heart torn; rootless to man's they cling。
22。
Life…giving love rots to devouring fire;
Justice corrupts to despicable revenge;
Motherhood chokes in the dam's jealous mire;
Hunger for growth turns fluctuating change;
Love's anger grand grows spiteful human wrath;
Hunting men out of conscience' holy path;
And human kindness takes the tattler's range。
23。
Nothing can draw the heart of man but good;
Low good it is that draws him from the higher
So evilpoison uncreate from food。
Never a foul thing; with temptation dire;
Tempts hellward force created to aspire;
But walks in wronged strength of imprisoned Truth;
Whose mantle also oft the Shame indu'th。
24。
Love in the prime not yet I understand
Scarce know the love that loveth at first hand:
Help me my selfishness to scatter and scout;
Blow on me till my love loves burningly;
Then the great love will burn the mean self out;
And I; in glorious simplicity;
Living by love; shall love unspeakably。
25。
Oh; make my anger purelet no worst wrong
Rouse in me the old niggard selfishness。
Give me thine indignationwhich is love
Turned on the evil that would part love's throng;
Thy anger scathes because it needs must bless;
Gathering into union calm and strong
All things on earth; and under; and above。
26。
Make my forgiveness downrightsuch as I
Should perish if I did not have from thee;
I let the wrong go; withered up and dry;
Cursed with divine forgetfulness in me。
'Tis but self…pity; pleasant; mean; and sly;
Low whispering bids the paltry memory live:
What am I brother for; but to forgive!
27。
〃Thou art my father's childcome to my heart:〃
Thus must I say; or Thou must say; 〃Depart;〃
Thus I would sayI would be as thou art;
Thus I must say; or still I work athwart
The absolute necessity and law
That dwells in me; and will me asunder draw;
If in obedience I leave any flaw。
28。
Lord; I forgiveand step in unto thee。
If I have enemies; Christ deal with them:
He hath forgiven me and Jerusalem。
Lord; set me from self…inspiration free;
And let me live and think from thee; not me
Rather; from deepest me then think and feel;
At centre of thought's swift…revolving wheel。
29。
I sit o'ercanopied with Beauty's tent;
Through which flies many a golden…winged dove;
Well watched of Fancy's tender eyes up bent;
A hundred Powers wait on me; ministering;
A thousand treasures Art and Knowledge bring;
Will; Conscience; Reason tower the rest above;
But in the midst; alone; I gladness am and love。
30。
'Tis but a vision; Lord; I do not mean
That thus I am; or have one moment been
'Tis but a picture hung upon my wall;
To measure dull contentment therewithal;
And know behind the human how I fall;
A vision true; of what one day shall be;
When thou hast had thy very will with me。
JULY。
1。
ALAS; my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!
Moaning; poor Fancy's doves are swept away。
I sit alone; a sorrow half asleep;
My consciousness the blackness all astir。
No pilgrim I; a homeless wanderer
For how canst Thou be in the darkness deep;
Who dwellest only in the living day?
2。
It must be; somewhere in my fluttering tent;
Strange creatures; half tamed only yet; are pent
Dragons; lop…winged birds; and large…eyed snakes!
Hark! through the storm the saddest howling breaks!
Or are they loose; roaming about the bent;
The darkness dire deepening with moan and scream?
My Morning; rise; and all shall be a dream。
3。
Not thine; my Lord; the darkness all is mine
Save that; as mine; my darkness too is thine:
All things are thine to save or to destroy
Destroy my darkness; rise my perfect joy;
Love primal; the live coal of every night;
Flame out; scare the ill things with radiant fright;
And fill my tent with laughing morn's delight。
4。
Master; thou workest with such common things
Low souls; weak hearts; I meanand hast to use;
Therefore; such common means and rescuings;
That hard we find it; as we sit and muse;
To think thou workest in us verily:
Bad sea…boats we; and manned with wretched crews
That doubt the captain; watch the storm…spray flee。
5。
Thou art hampered in thy natural working then
When beings designed on freedom's holy plan
Will not be free: with thy poor; foolish men;
Thou therefore hast to work just like a man。
But when; tangling thyself in their sore need;
Thou hast to freedom fashioned them indeed;
Then wilt thou grandly move; and Godlike speed。
6。
Will this not then show grandest fact of all
In thy creation victory most renowned
That thou hast wrought thy will by slow and small;
And made men like thee; though thy making bound
By that which they were not; and could not be
Until thou mad'st them make along with thee?
Master; the tardiness is but in me。
7。
Hence come thy checksbecause I still would run
My head into the sand; nor flutter aloft
Towards thy home; with thy wind under me。
'Tis because I am mean; thy ways so oft
Look mean to me; my rise is low begun;
But scarce thy will doth grasp me; ere I see;
For my arrest and rise; its stern necessity。
8。
Like clogs upon the pinions of thy plan
We hanglike captives on thy chariot…wheels;
Who should climb up and ride with Death's conqueror;
Therefore thy train along the world's highway steals
So slow to the peace of heart…reluctant man。
What shall we do to spread the wing and soar;
Nor straiten thy deliverance any more?
9。
The sole way to put flight into the wing;
To preen its feathers; and to make them grow;
Is to heed humbly every smallest thing
With which the Christ in us has aught to do。
So will the Christ from child to manhood go;
Obedient to the father Christ; and so
Sweet holy change will turn all our old things to new。
10。
Creation thou dost work by faint degrees;
By shade and shadow from unseen beginning;
Far; far apart; in unthought mysteries
Of thy own dark; unfathomable seas;
Thou will'st thy will; and thence; upon the earth
Slow travelling; his way through centuries winning
A child at length arrives at never ending birth。
11。
Well mayst thou then work on indocile hearts
By small successes; disappointments small;
By nature; weather; failure; or sore fall;
By shame; anxiety; bitterness; and smarts;
By loneliness; by weary loss of zest:
The rags; the husks; the swine; the hunger…quest;
Drive home the wanderer to the father's breast。
12。
How suddenly some rapid turn of thought
May throw the life…machine all out of gear;
Clouding the windows with the steam of doubt;
Filling the eyes with dust; with noise the ear!
Who knows not then where dwells the engineer;
Rushes aghast into the pathless night;
And wanders in a land of dreary fright。
13。
Amazed at sightless whirring of their wheels;
Confounded with the recklessness and strife;
Distract with fears of what may next ensue;
Some break rude exit from the house of life;
And plunge into a silence out of view
Whence not a cry; no wafture once reveals
What door they have broke open with the knife。
14。
Help me; my Father; in whatever dismay;
Whatever terror in whatever shape;
To hold the faster by thy garment's hem;
When my heart sinks; oh; lift it up; I pray;
Thy child should never fear though hell should gape;
Not blench though all the ills that men affray
Stood round him like the Roman round Jerusalem。
15。
Too eager I must not be to understand。
How should the work the master goes about
Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned?
I am his housefor him to go in and out。
He builds me nowand if I cannot see
At any time what he is doing with me;
'Tis that he makes the house for me too grand。
16。
The house is not for meit is for him。
His royal thoughts require many a stair;
Many a tower; many an outlook fair;
Of which I have no thought; and need no care。
Where I am most perplexed; it may be there
Thou mak'st a secret chamber; holy…dim;
Where thou wi