THE SOUL BEFORE GOD
Take me away, and in the
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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