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XXVII.

My safety lies not, any hour,

In what I generate,

But

in the living, healing power Of that which doth create.

If he is God to the incomplete,

Fulfilling lack and need,

Then I may cast before his feet

A half-word or half-deed.

I bring, Lord, to thy altar-stair,

To thee, love-glorious,

My very lack of will and prayer,

And cry--Thou seest me thus!

From some old well of life they flow!

The words my being fill!--

"Of

me that man the truth shall know Who wills the Father's will."

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