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1. SO shall abundant entrance me be given / Into the truth, my life's inheritance. / Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his tomb, / God-floated, casting round a lordly glance / Into the corners of his endless room, / So, through the rent which thou, O Christ, hast riven, / I enter liberty's divine expanse.
2. It will be so -- ah, so it is not now! / Who seeks thee for a little lazy peace, / Then, like a man all weary of the plough, / That leaves it standing in the furrow's crease, / Turns from thy presence for a foolish while, / Till comes again the rasp of unrest's file, / From liberty is distant many a mile.