| OH where the immortal and the mortal meet | |
| In union than of wind and wave more sweet, | |
| Meet me, O God— | |
| Where Thou hast trod | |
| I follow, along the blood-print of Thy feet. | 5 |
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| Oh, though the austere ensanguined road be hard | |
| And all the blue skies shine through casemates barred, | |
| I follow Thee— | |
| Show Thou to me | |
| Thy face, the speechless face divinely marred. | 10 |
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| Lo! who will love and follow to the end, | |
| Shall he not also to hell’s depths descend? | |
| Shall he not find | |
| The whole world blind, | |
| Searching among the lone stars for a friend? | 15 |
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| Lo! who will follow love throughout the way, | |
| From crimson morning flush till twilight grey? | |
| Who fears not chains, | |
| Anguish and pains, | |
| If love wait at the ending of the day? | 20 |
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| If at the ending of the day life’s bride | |
| Be near our hearts in vision glorified: | |
| If at the end | |
| God’s hand extend | |
| That far triumphant boon for which we sighed. | 25 |
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| Oh, where the immortal to our mortal flows, | |
| Flushing our grey clay heart to its own rose, | |
| Spirit supreme | |
| Upon me gleam; | |
| Make me Thine own; I reckon not the throes. | 30 |
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| I would pour out my heart in one long sigh | |
| Of speechless yearning towards Thine home on high: | |
| I would be pure, | |
| Suffer, endure, | |
| Pervade with ceaseless wings the unfathomed sky. | 35 |
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| Oh, at the point where God and man are one, | |
| Meet me, Thou God; flame on me like the sun; | |
| I would be part | |
| Of Thine own heart, | |
| That by my hands Thy love-deeds may be done: | 40 |
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| That by my hands Thy love-truths may be shown | |
| And far lands know me for Thy very own; | |
| That I may bring | |
| The dead world spring:— | |
| The flowers awake, Lord, at Thy word alone. | 45 |
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| Oh, to the point where man and God unite, | |
| Raise me, Thou God; transfuse me with Thy light; | |
| Where I would go | |
| Thou, God, dost know; | |
| For Thy sake I will face the starless night. | 50 |
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| The night is barren, black, devoid of bloom, | |
| Scentless and waste, a wide appalling tomb; | |
| Dark foes surround | |
| The soul discrowned | |
| And strange shapes lower and threaten through the gloom. | 55 |
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| But where Thou art with me Thy mortal, one, | |
| God, mine immortal, my death-conquering sun, | |
| Meet me and show | |
| What path to go | |
| Till the last work of deathless love be done. | 60 |
