THE SOUL BEFORE GOD

       Take me away, and in the lowest deep
              There let me be,
      And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,
              Told out for me.
      There, motionless and happy in my pain,
               Lone, not forlorn--
      There will I sing my sad perpetual strain,
               Until the morn.
        There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast,
                Which ne'er can cease
        To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest
                Of its Sole Peace.
        There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:--
                Take me away,
        That sooner I may rise, and go above,
        And see Him in the truth of everlasting day.

John Henry Cardinal Newman

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