And behold while I sang … but O Thou who didst grant
me that day,
And before it not seldom had granted Thy help to essay.
Carry on and complete an adventure,—my
shield and my sword
In that act where my soul was Thy servant, Thy word
was my word,—
Still be with me, who then at the summit of human
endeavour
And scaling the highest, man’s thought could,
gazed hopeless as ever
On the new stretch of heaven above me—till,
mighty to save,
Just one lift of Thy hand cleared that distance—God’s
throne from man’s grave!
Let me tell out my tale to its ending—my
voice to my heart
Which can scarce dare believe in what marvels last
night I took part, 200
As this morning I gather the fragments, alone with
my sheep,
And still fear lest the terrible glory evanish like
sleep!
For I wake in the gray dewy covert, while Hebron,
upheaves
The dawn struggling with night on his shoulder, and
Kidron retrieves
Slow the damage of yesterday’s sunshine.
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