  I I OUGHT to be kinder always, For the light of his kindly eyes; I ought to be wiser always, Because he is so just and wise; And gentler in all my bearing, And braver in all my daring, For the patience that in him lies. I must be as true as the Heaven While he is as true as the day, Nor balance the gift with the given, For he giveth to me alway. And I must be firm and steady; For my Love, he is that already, And I follow him as I may. O dear little golden fetter, You bind me to difficult things; But my soul while it strives grows better, And I feel the stirring of wings As I stumble, doubting and dreading, Up the path of his stronger treading, Intent on his beckonings. |
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