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Show i rm - I A SONG OF THE MAGDALEN. I (Frederic Lawrence Knowles in S. S. Journal.! Sanctify everything earthly and crude in . us, Lips of ashes and feet of clay. Hideous passions that breed their dark j ; brood in us. j Fire's of the tlesa with their flames niul- I tituiiinous; O, how we taint and grow sick by the way! Give up the washing that cleanses and clears In the midst of these years! Dbrd. how we long for Thee! tired of tha wrong in us, i All that is carnal, unworthy, obscene, All the black instincts and tempers that throng in us 1 Christ. O Thou Healer, make whole, waka the song in us, Cry to us leners. "f will, be ye clean!" Yea, till this dross, till this dust disapeara In the midst of these years! ft il Walk with us, live with us, rest and riae ; tip with us. Knock at our door when the morning Is gray. j Taste o our humble fare, drink from tho cup with us. Come, Holy Ghost, cross our threshold and sup with us. Dwell by our hearth for a night and a day! Wait! we will wash Thy tired feet with our tears. In the midst of these years! Watcher with heaven and with midnight j on Olivet, Martyr who bled from the scourge and the brier, Knowing our curse, all the pathos and pall of it. Pride and remorse and concealment yea, all cf it-Listen it-Listen and learn this song of desire: Kind Son of Mary, forgive; quench our i fears ; J! Save our souls in these years! 1 |