The Candle Of The Lord

“The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.”

“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.”

Our spirit-ay, our own!-the tree whose fruits

Have never fail’d-the sign upon the door

‘Twixt us and God’s intelligent dumb brutes,

That parts us evermore!

Our spirit-last, best gift-still unbereft

Of treasures stored in Eden’s happy land;

One fragment of the human, as it left

The Divine Maker’s hand.

That seal of our high birth He did allow

Toea unharm’d the sin and woe and strife;

That remnant of our godhead-wanting now

Only the “breath of life.”

Only the breath of life, whereby the Lord

Made use to be His equals, fit to fill

His throne-our free wills brought into accord

With His own sovereign will.

Our spirit-not the feeble soul which came

With our dishonour’d state and its new needs;

And not the feebler heart of sin and shame,

That daily breaks and bleeds.

Our spirit-our unshatter’d lamp-still ours-

Fill’d with the heavenly essence, as of yore,-

To bear a light, to light the midnight hours,

And light the wreck to shore.

Ay, ’tis the same-the same! It hath not shared

The mutilation and the curse and blight;

When the destruction fell, the lamp was spared-

Only deprived of Light.

O God! and hath it ever ceased to grope

For light, and yearn and cry for light to come?

In blackest gloom, ere revelation spoke,

While yet the Christ was dumb,

Thou knowest it search’d for every wandering ray,

And never wearied of the weary quest;

And fed and fenced and treasured, day by day,

A glimmer in its breast.

O holy Dove! O Grace! O Love! come down-

Our spirit with Thy perfect light inspire!

Circle each candle with its flaming crown,

Its cloven tongue of fire!

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• Not the Pilot. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heat Flames up and Consumes. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• No Labor-Saving Machine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Night on The Prairies. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Native Moments. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mystic Trumpeter, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Myself and Mine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• My Picture-Gallery. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mother and Babe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Miracles. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mediums. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Me Imperturbe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mannahatta. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Look Down, Fair Moon. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Longings for Home. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long I Thought that Knowledge. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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