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1. LORD, what I once had done with youthful might, / Had I been from the first true to the truth, / Grant me, now old, to do -- with better sight, / And humbler heart, if not the brain of youth; / So wilt thou, in thy gentleness and ruth, / Lead back thy old soul, by the path of pain, / Round to his best -- young eyes and heart and brain.
2. A dim aurora rises in my east, / Beyond the line of jagged questions hoar, / As if the head of our intombed High Priest / Began to glow behind the unopened door: / Sure the gold wings will soon rise from the gray! -- / They rise not. Up I rise, press on the more, / To meet the slow coming of the Master's day.