7. The Other Way

He who prays to be delivered from the evil man asks to be saved from himself .

The O THER W AY

W E prove all paths, nor find a road in one;
Seek many things beneath the wintry sun
 Which shines alone on this dim earth of ours;
But when the barren strife at length is done
 May grace, free-handed, come with blessed dowers
 And shew the true way strewn with deathless flowers.
Judge Thou between our part of life, which yearns
 To reach Thee, and that burden of our dole—
The part of death which into death returns:
 Proclaim Thy high salvation in the soul,
 Fill with Thy light and in Thy love make whole!
The soul is sad and disturbed because of the great distance; but this is a part of her illusion .
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