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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