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Nicholson & Lee, eds.  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
  
317. Immanence
By Evelyn Underhill (Mrs. Stuart Moore)  (b. 1875)
  
I COME in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Not borne on morning wings
Of majesty, but I have set My Feet
Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat        5
That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod.
There do I dwell, in weakness and in power;
Not broken or divided, saith our God!
In your strait garden plot I come to flower:
About your porch My Vine       10
Meek, fruitful, doth entwine;
Waits, at the threshold, Love’s appointed hour.
 
I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Yea! on the glancing wings       15
Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet
Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet
Your hard and wayward heart. In brown bright eyes
That peep from out the brake, I stand confest.
On every nest       20
Where feathery Patience is content to brood
And leaves her pleasure for the high emprize
Of motherhood—
There doth My Godhead rest.
 
I come in the little things,       25
Saith the Lord:
My starry wings
I do forsake,
Love’s highway of humility to take:
Meekly I fit My stature to your need.       30
In beggar’s part
About your gates I shall not cease to plead—
As man, to speak with man—
Till by such art
I shall achieve My Immemorial Plan,       35
Pass the low lintel of the human heart.

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