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THE DIVINE PRIVILEGE

LORD, where are Thy prerogatives?
 Why, men have more than Thou hast kept;
The king rewards, remits, forgives,
 The poet to a throne has stept.


And Thou, despoiled, hast given away
 Worship to men, success to strife,
Thy glory to the heavenly day,
 And made Thy sun the lord of life.


Is one too precious to impart,
 One property reserved to Christ?
One, cherished, grappled to that heart?
 —To be alone the Sacrificed?


O Thou who lovest to redeem,
 One whom I know lies sore oppressed.
Thou wilt not suffer me to dream
 That I can bargain for her rest.


Seven hours I swiftly sleep, while she
 Measures the leagues of dark, awake.
O that my dewy eyes might be
 Parched by a vigil for her sake!


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