Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 113

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CXIII
Thee have I sought, divine Humility, Within, without!And Science did I take as guide to thee; She showed me Doubt.
Then did I turn to Art: "Be thou my friend, My pride destroy."She sang of Glory that should never end And taught me Joy.
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"Nature, be thou my monitress!" I cried In accents clear.She shook the very base of human pride, And whispered, Fear."
Lastly of Love did I beseech this grace, To come to thee;Love turned on me a dark and dreadful face, 'Twas Jealousy.
My faith had gone, my hope was well-nigh dead, My strength to seek;Last came a memory. "Learn of Me," it said, "For I am meek."

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