Digby Mackworth Dolben Poems

I pray you this my song to take
Not scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;
It is the last, until the day
When your kind eyes shall bid me say
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Author of pardon, Jesu Christ,
Extend Thy love to us, and deign
To show Thy mercy upon us,
And cleanse our hearts from every stain.
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Not so indeed shall be our creed,-
The Man whom we rely on
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There was one who walked in shadow,
There was one who walked in light:
But once their way together lay,
Where sun and shade unite,
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I said-''Tis very late we meet;
'A guest long since has filled each seat
'About my hearth; yet rest
'A little while beside the door;
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Unto the central height of purple Rome,-
The crown of martyrdom,
Set as a heart within the passionate plain
Of triumph and of pain,
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We hurry on, nor passing note
The rounded hedges white with May;
For golden clouds before us float
To lead our dazzled sight astray.
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There is a shrine whose golden gate
Was opened by the Hand of God;
It stands serene, inviolate,
Though millions have its pavement trod;
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Once, on the river banks we knew,
A child, who laughing ran to choose
A lily there, essayed to tread
The lawn of leaves that outward spread
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Methought, through many years and lands,
I sped along an arrowy flood,
That leapt and lapt my face and hands,
I knew not were it fire or blood.
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