The Catechism

" Hast thou then nought wiser to bring
Than worn-out songs of moon and of rose? "
" Cracked my voice, and broken my wing,
God knows. "

" Tell'st thou no truth of the life that is ;
Seek'st thou from heaven no pitying sign? "
" Ask thine own heart these mysteries,
Not mine. "

" Where then the faith thou hast brought to seed?
Where the sure hope thy soul would feign? "
" Never ebbed sweetness — even out of a weed —
In vain. "

" Fool. The night comes. ... 'Tis late. Arise.
Cold lap the waters of Jordan stream. "
" Deep be their flood, and tranquil thine eyes
With a dream. "
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