25.
Oh, make my anger pure--let no worst wrong Rouse in me the old niggard selfishness. Give me thine indignation--which is love Turned on the evil that would part love's throng; Thy anger scathes because it needs must bless, Gathering into union calm and strong All things on earth, and under, and above.
26.
Make my forgiveness downright--such as I Should perish if I did not have from thee; I let the wrong go, withered up and dry, Cursed with divine forgetfulness in me. 'Tis but self-pity, pleasant, mean, and sly, Low whispering bids the paltry memory live:-- What am I brother for, but to forgive!
27.
"Thou art my father's child--come to my heart:" Thus must I say, or Thou must say, "Depart;" Thus I would say--I would be as thou art; Thus I must say, or still I work athwart The absolute necessity and law That dwells in me, and will me asunder draw, If in obedience I leave any flaw.
28.
Lord, I forgive--and step in unto thee. If I have enemies, Christ deal with them: He hath forgiven me and Jerusalem. Lord, set me from self-inspiration free, And let me live and think from thee, not me-- Rather, from deepest me then think and feel, At centre of thought's swift-revolving wheel.
29.
I sit o'ercanopied with Beauty's tent, Through which flies many a golden-winged dove, Well watched of Fancy's tender eyes up bent; A hundred Powers wait on me, ministering; A thousand treasures Art and Knowledge bring; Will, Conscience, Reason tower the rest above; But in the midst, alone, I gladness am and love.
30.
'Tis but a vision, Lord; I do not mean That thus I am, or have one moment been-- 'Tis but a picture hung upon my wall, To measure dull contentment therewithal, And know behind the human how I fall;-- A vision true, of what one day shall be, When thou hast had thy very will with me.