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Lay not Thy Works before our eyes Nor vex us with Thy Wars Lest we should feel the straining skies O'ertrod by trampling stars.
Hold us secure behind the gates
Of saving flesh and bone,
Lest we should dream what Dream awaits
The soul escaped alone.
Thy Path, Thy Purposes conceal From our beleaguered realm, Lest any shattering whisper steal Upon us and o'erwhelm.
A veil 'twixt us and Thee, Good Lord, A veil 'twixt us and Thee, Lest we should hear too clear, too clear, And unto madness see !
THE COMFORTERS
|JNTIL thy feet have trod the Road
Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the Load Break in upon the broke.
Chase not with undesired largesse
Of sympathy the heart Which, knowing her own bitterness,
Presumes to dwell apart.