the diary of an old soul(一颗衰老灵魂的日记)-第3章
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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。 Who makes the mill…wheel backward
strike to grind！
8。
Be with me； Lord。 Keep me beyond all prayers： For more than all my
prayers my need of thee； And thou beyond all need； all unknown cares；
What the heart's dear imagination dares； Thou dost transcend in
measureless majesty All prayers in onemy God； be unto me Thy own
eternal self； absolutely。
9。
Where should the unknown treasures of the truth Lie； but there whence
the truth comes out the most In the Son of man； folded in love and ruth？
Fair shore we see； fair ocean； but behind Lie infinite reaches bathing many
a coast The human thought of the eternal mind； Pulsed by a living tide；
blown by a living wind。
10。
Thou； healthful Father； art the Ancient of Days； And Jesus is the
eternal youth of thee。 Our old age is the scorching of the bush By life's
indwelling； incorruptible blaze。 O Life； burn at this feeble shell of me； Till
I the sore singed garment off shall push； Flap out my Psyche wings； and to
thee rush。
11。
But shall I then rush to thee like a dart？ Or lie long hours 鎜 nian yet
betwixt This hunger in me； and the Father's heart？ It shall be good； how
ever； and not ill； Of things and thoughts even now thou art my next； Sole
neighbour； and no space between； thou art And yet art drawing nearer；
nearer still。
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Therefore； my brothers； therefore； sisters dear； However I； troubled or
selfish； fail In tenderness； or grace； or service clear； I every moment draw
to you more near； God in us from our hearts veil after veil Keeps lifting；
till we see with his own sight； And all together run in unity's delight。
13。
I love thee； Lord； for very greed of love Not of the precious streams
that towards me move； But of the indwelling； outgoing； fountain store。
Than mine； oh； many an ignorant heart loves more！ Therefore the more；
with Mary at thy feet； I must sit worshippingthat； in my core； Thy words
may fan to a flame the low primeval heat。
14。
Oh my beloved； gone to heaven from me！ I would be rich in love to
heap you with love； I long to love you； sweet ones； perfectly Like God；
who sees no spanning vault above； No earth below； and feels no circling
air Infinitely； no boundary anywhere。 I am a beast until I love as God
doth love。
15。
Ah； say not； 'tis but perfect self I want But if it were； that self is fit to
live Whose perfectness is still itself to scant； Which never longs to have；
but still to give。 A self I must have； or not be at all： Love； give me a self
self…givingor let me fall To endless darkness back； and free me from
life's thrall。
16。
〃Back；〃 said I！ Whither back？ How to the dark？ 》From no dark came I；
but the depths of light； 》From the sun…heart I came； of love a spark： What
should I do but love with all my might？ To die of love severe and pure and
stark； Were scarcely loss； to lord a loveless height That were a living
death； damnation's positive night。
17。
But love is life。 To die of love is then The only pass to higher life than
this。 All love is death to loving； living men； All deaths are leaps across
clefts to the abyss。 Our life is the broken current； Lord； of thine； Flashing
from morn to morn with conscious shine Then first by willing death self…
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made； then life divine。
18。
I love you； my sweet children； who are gone Into another mansion； but
I know I love you not as I shall love you yet。 I love you； sweet dead
children； there are none In the land to which ye vanished to go； Whose
hearts more truly on your hearts are set Yet should I die of grief to love
you only so。
19。
〃I am but as a beast before thee； Lord。〃 Great poet…king； I thank thee
for the word。 Leave not thy son half…made in beastly guise Less than a
man； with more than human cries An unshaped thing in which thyself
cries out！ Finish me； Father； now I am but a doubt； Oh！ make thy moaning
thing for joy to leap and shout。
20。
Let my soul talk to thee in ordered words； O king of kings； O lord of
only lords！ When I am thinking thee within my heart； 》From the broken
reflex be not far apart。 The troubled water； dim with upstirred soil； Makes
not the image which it yet can spoil： Come nearer； Lord； and smooth the
wrinkled coil。
21。
O Lord； when I do think of my departed； I think of thee who art the
death of parting； Of him who crying Father breathed his last； Then radiant
from the sepulchre upstarted。 Even then； I think； thy hands and feet kept
smarting： With us the bitterness of death is past； But by the feet he still
doth hold us fast。
22。
Therefore our hands thy feet do hold as fast。 We pray not to be spared
the sorest pang； But onlybe thou with us to the last。 Let not our heart be
troubled at the clang Of hammer and nails； nor dread the spear's keen fang；
Nor the ghast sickening that comes of pain； Nor yet the last clutch of the
banished brain。
23。
Lord； pity us： we have no making power； Then give us making will；
adopting thine。 Make； make； and make us； temper； and refine。 Be in us
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