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64. Thy spirit's needs, left flesh and sense behind, Accepted without shrinking or reserve, The trans-substantial bread and wine, the Christ At whose shrine thine own kin were sacrificed. Here then the moment comes when I crave light. All's dark to me. Master, if I be blind. Thou shalt unseal my lids and bless with sight, Or groping in the shadows, I shall find Whether within me or without, dwell night. Oh cast upon my doubt-bewildered mind One ray from thy clear heaven of sun-bright faith, Grieving, not wroth, at what thy servant saith.

Where are the signs fulfilled whereby all men Should know the Christ ? Where is the wide-winged peace Shielding the lamb within the lion's den ? The freedom broadening with the wars that cease? Do foes clasp hands in brotherhood again ? Where is the promised garden of increase. When like a rose the wilderness should bloom ? Earth is a battlefield and Spain a tomb.

Our God of Sabaoth is an awful God Of lightnings and of vengeance,—Christians say.