Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Matthew Arnold (18221888)Desire
THOU, who dost dwell alone, | |
Thou, who dost know Thine own | |
Thou, to whom all are known | |
From the cradle to the grave, | |
Save, oh save. | 5 |
From the world’s temptations, | |
From tribulations; | |
From that fierce anguish | |
Wherein we languish; | |
From that torpor deep | 10 |
Wherein we lie asleep, | |
Heavy as death, cold as the grave; | |
Save, oh save. | |
When the Soul, growing clearer, | |
Sees God no nearer: | 15 |
When the Soul, mounting higher, | |
To God comes no nigher: | |
But the arch-fiend Pride | |
Mounts at her side, | |
Foiling her high emprise, | 20 |
Sealing her eagle eyes, | |
And, when she fain would soar, | |
Makes idols to adore; | |
Changing the pure emotion | |
Of her high devotion | 25 |
To a skin-deep sense | |
Of her own eloquence: | |
Strong to deceive, strong to enslave, | |
Save, oh save. | |
From the ingrain’d fashion | 30 |
Of this earthly nature | |
That mars thy creature. | |
From grief, that is but passion, | |
From mirth, that is but feigning; | |
From tears, that bring no healing; | 35 |
From wild and weak complaining; | |
Thine old strength revealing, | |
Save, oh save. | |
From doubt, where all is double: | |
Where wise men are not strong; | 40 |
Where comfort turns to trouble, | |
Where just men suffer wrong; | |
Where sorrow treads on joy: | |
Where sweet things soonest cloy: | |
Where faiths are built on dust: | 45 |
Where love is half mistrust, | |
Hungry, and barren, and sharp as the sea | |
Oh, set us free. | |
O let the false dream fly | |
Where our sick souls do lie | 50 |
Tossing continually. | |
O where thy voice doth come | |
Let all doubts be dumb: | |
Let all words be mild: | |
All strifes be reconciled: | 55 |
All pains beguil’d! | |
Light bring no blindness; | |
Love no unkindness; | |
Knowledge no ruin; | |
Fear no undoing. | 60 |
From the cradle to the grave, | |
Save, oh save. | |