The Broken Wing/Invocation

​7. Invocation

Stoop not from thy proud, lonely sphere,   Star of my Trust! But shine implacable and pure,   Serene and just; And bid my struggling spirit rise   Clean from the dust!
Still let thy chastening wrath endure.   O be thou still A radiant and relentless flame,   A crucible To shatter and to shape anew   My heart and will.
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Still be thy scorn the burning height   My feet must tread, Still be thy grief the bitter crown   That bows my head, Thy stern, arraigning silences   My daily bread!
So shall my yearning love at last   Grow sanctified, Thro' sorrow find deliverance   From mortal pride. So shall my soul, redeemed, re-born,   Attain thy side.
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