IN THE JUNE TWILIGHT.
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Me!—and through the rainy even changed my poor earth into heaven,
Or, by wondrous revelation, brought the heavens down to earth.
Or, by wondrous revelation, brought the heavens down to earth.
"O the strangeness of the feeling!—the infinite revealing—
To think how God must love me to have made me so content!
Though I would have served Him humbly, and patiently, and dumbly,
Without any angel standing in the pathway that I went."
To think how God must love me to have made me so content!
Though I would have served Him humbly, and patiently, and dumbly,
Without any angel standing in the pathway that I went."
In the June twilight—in the lessening twilight—
My love cried from my bosom an exceeding bitter cry:
"Lord, wait a little longer, until my soul is stronger,—
O, wait till Thou hast taught me to be content to die."
My love cried from my bosom an exceeding bitter cry:
"Lord, wait a little longer, until my soul is stronger,—
O, wait till Thou hast taught me to be content to die."
Then the tender face, all woman, took a glory superhuman,
And she seemed to watch for something, or see some I could not see:
From my arms she rose full statured, all transfigured, queenly featured—
"As Thy will is done in heaven, so on earth still let it be."
And she seemed to watch for something, or see some I could not see:
From my arms she rose full statured, all transfigured, queenly featured—
"As Thy will is done in heaven, so on earth still let it be."
